Peace, it comes in bundle of thorns,
Punching, punctured blood stained finger,
Delivered in tears, like the fall of white waters,
Through the longest journey of courage,
Rage defeated, greed punished by selflessness.
Peace, it's heavy, a burden for those receiving,
It is joy, happiness for those upholding,
It’s warmth, shelters every lonely heart,
Its love, comfort for every broken mind,
It’s peace, light to every darkness,
Silence to every trouble.
Peace, a worthy gift for the world,
God's to give, man's to uphold.
It comes in bundle of thorns,
It’s heavy, a burden for those receiving,
It’s peace, let's make a peaceful world.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
HURTING STORY
I fear my story for tale,
For yet, not a sweet to garnish,
A story of life, like a mine,
But where and when did it start?
The quest for happiness, I’m set,
In work, love and family,
With miles and more every step,
But did I find none? No!
I found it all in a cheering grip,
Applauding to the fit, instead of the hold,
Perhaps, just two hands I can boast,
But with none, what’s grip and applause?
I fight the battle of love with life,
Forcing to live when I can’t live a love,
Just the part that I love to hate,
But I’m sure the story isn’t ended yet.
To patch a hole, you’ll see a hole,
To replace a friend, you’ll find another,
The same of things you believe and yet fear,
For yet, not a sweet to garnish,
A story of life, like a mine,
But where and when did it start?
The quest for happiness, I’m set,
In work, love and family,
With miles and more every step,
But did I find none? No!
I found it all in a cheering grip,
Applauding to the fit, instead of the hold,
Perhaps, just two hands I can boast,
But with none, what’s grip and applause?
I fight the battle of love with life,
Forcing to live when I can’t live a love,
Just the part that I love to hate,
But I’m sure the story isn’t ended yet.
To patch a hole, you’ll see a hole,
To replace a friend, you’ll find another,
The same of things you believe and yet fear,
SOMEONE NEW
Under a roof we seek furniture,
Under the shade, cold and soft breeze,
But alone in the scourge of the sun,
We seek shelter, a home and someone new.
Someone new, someone everywhere,
Anybody, or the one beside when I turn my head,
My words wait, my heart faints and I burn,
Yet I smile, for the unseen, I still wait!
In this clouds of friendship,
And the bid to replace what’s been lost,
I cross fingers and wait on future,
At the other side of the oven, like a baker
Neither will I choose nor hurry, worry but wait.
I dream of your plenty faces and shapes,
I never touched, but my wish is to hold,
Be there, never leave and make us live forever,
But I’m awake in my shamble, sitting on my crumbles,
Till I meet you like I’ve seen. Someone new.
Under the shade, cold and soft breeze,
But alone in the scourge of the sun,
We seek shelter, a home and someone new.
Someone new, someone everywhere,
Anybody, or the one beside when I turn my head,
My words wait, my heart faints and I burn,
Yet I smile, for the unseen, I still wait!
In this clouds of friendship,
And the bid to replace what’s been lost,
I cross fingers and wait on future,
At the other side of the oven, like a baker
Neither will I choose nor hurry, worry but wait.
I dream of your plenty faces and shapes,
I never touched, but my wish is to hold,
Be there, never leave and make us live forever,
But I’m awake in my shamble, sitting on my crumbles,
Till I meet you like I’ve seen. Someone new.
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