I would not trade anything for that moment
at least I fell special
even though it was for a couple of hours
even though deep down I knew it wouldn't last
I still remain grateful for that tiny chance I got
even though it happened once
I would not trade anything for that moment
it shall forever remain gold...............

That I'd rather be an ascetic
Than marrying someone else.

I'm not at all a *******,
I'm even not a kid's toy.

I've a heart,
Filled with art.

But if for you it's not,
Then true love it's not.

I give you my best wishes,
Happiness & sweet success.

Don't respect my feelings - I don't mind,
I'll pray that a better heart you may find.

You are genuinely my last love,
I don't bluff - it's the sole truth.

In That Moonlit Night Standing In The Abaft,
Watching The Towed Flaccid Wooden Raft,
I Thought That I Saw An Angel Resting,
Lying Exhausted There In That Craft.

I Call The Girl Out Unbeknownst Of Her Kind Name,
"Hey Young Lady!!" To Which She Didn't Much Respond,
She Looked Up Towards Me Once In Anguish & Collapsed,
I See Desperation In Her Amber Eyes & Resolve To Help Her.

The Crewmen Had Now Been Doing The Paddles After Resting,
I Summon My Captain & Ask, "Do You See That Girl In The Raft?"
The Captain Now Smiles To Say, "Commodore, Better Get Married,"
I Look Just Clueless To Which He Simply Replies, "There Is No Girl."

True He Was As She Had Simply Disappeared,
I Started Thinking Of My Sleep Needs That Day,
I Looked Around Again In A Hope To Find The Girl,
I Had Compromised My Routine As The Commodore.

Then I Immediately Realized It Was My Wild Phantasm,
Now This Was Just A Plain Illusion Of A Tired Sailor's Mind,
No Mermaids Could Have Ever Existed In Reality & Were Fake,
I Turned Towards The Deck To Go Back To My Bunk For Sleeping.

As I Climbed Down The Stairs To Enter My Room Amazed & Dazed,
I Saw Her Standing And Waiting For Me By The Side Of My Bunk,
I Accepted That Delusion Of My Mind & Started To Lie Down,
She Said, "I'm As Real As Your Thoughts, Don't Fear Me."

She & I-Me & Her, Had The Best Time That Night,
In The Morning She Was Gone & Was Just Gone,
Disappeared Into Thin Air While I Was Asleep,
Each Day I So Dearly Long For Her To Return.

mom hates my rhymes
dad thinks my music is too loud
sister hates my pants
and says they are too tight
brother hates my friends
he even call them with mean names
i come from a family of haters
too sad my family is my neighbors
my friends ,my mates
always thinking they know what is best
when will this neighborhood learn to mind their own business?????
if they do not own one ,they can open one