For all that beauty barely complete
And those feelings excessively discreet
For that temperament seemingly basic
A smile? Oh what dearth and defeat!
For these and all those things that aren't
I will love 100%

The figure I scarcely behold
The name too old to be told
The dimples create a tempting fold
From which he must be controlled
But why am I moved? Heaven sent!
I will love 100%

Heart pounding ever fast
Eyes down! All shame is cast
Must I love or must I forget
I will destroy and then beget
Then when all my guilt is spent
I will love 100%

There is hope a hundred fold
Hope for something we greatly desire
There is hope for a love untold
That it will yield what others will greatly admire
So the thing to do is to pray
That God will show and guide the way
For if white roses become red
Then a greater love has been bred
But bright flowers grow by a bright light
So that their growth can be prolonged in a darkened night
When comedians make audiences snigger
When trees from mustards become bigger
So it's not a thing anymore of grit
Nor to surrender to one's wit
But it's a thing purely of the divine
For in the end, that love will be yours and mine!

You gave my life the brightness of light
You dispelled with your touch the substance of night
My heart absorbed the fervour you displayed
And that beauty in your eyes had me thoroughly compelled.

Heaven's now filled with comedy
No history nor tragedy
For heaven's known for the better
A place that never grows old
You partook naught of the nether
So in the former, we shall you behold
But, alas, you were gone so fast
Before our generation could spring to this crust
We miss you but not what you wrote
For in your writings, our pleasures are got
Now you have heaven for a fairest stage
No critics, no death, no tempest rage
So choose your plays carefully
That divine merry may last eternally
And when every Saint an actor you know
Send us on earth some scripts to show

I was imbued with sentiments of a most prime birth
I was struck to the bone and further to the heart
It was as if the purple curtains had come down,
On that still Monday morning of May
For, so were we actors in that play
And now, she's gifted me with the fairest crown

Though unnerved by emotion,
It was a bright and lovely day
The pain and all the devotion,
And the moments that we paused to pray
For that, no storm couldn't we abide
And so did we tread side by side

Now I sit here staring into a lifetime,
Filled with hope, joy and bliss.
I wouldn't trade for any a dime
A friendship as marvelous as this.
So, gladly do we toast to a thousand years -
To the ethereal, beyond mars and the stars

They curtail his flight
Yet he's near the first heaven
He starts to see the light
But the chills leave him frozen
He drops down to the earth
And despair fills his heart
He resolves to start again
And his efforts are blessed by the rain

By Pollux! By Castor! By Jupiter!
By all those things that reigned over pagan men
Thou art alike those deities I fear
Shall I thence swear by thy name?

Consume me as a fire
If thou art wholly divine
Lest may this flaming desire
Free my heart from thine!

Those four walls were his companions
So darkness was the result.
In that world were many unknowns
And many a thing to worry about.

The purple curtain closed when he bowed his head to the crowd
And the last tear coursed lazily upon his cheek
His sorrows were - as the applause of the crowd - loud
And so was the blood that from his heart was soon to leak

If ever you are to fall
I will be tither to hold you
If  ever at dawn you call
I'll rise to you like the sunbathed dew
Close your eyes then, and imagine this
A life of love and unending bliss!!

Come forth dark night
And extinguish all features of light
I have sought the latter with delight
But I’m enfeebled by your might!

His pillow absorbs all his tears
His bed is as it were a cushion to his fears
The dormant curtains shut out all the light
And in his heart, the time is night!

If I could make your name short,
And possibly call you Dave.
If I could rest you in a cot,
And watch you grow into a cove.
Then you'd be as peaceful as a dove
Then you'd live to see many years
God would fill you with his love
And always wipe away your tears
So, may the Lord make you wise and clever
May He bless you forever

He sees a face in that darkened night
It smiles and glances down at him
He's suddenly filled with loads of delight
Is this real or is it just a dream?
He motions to that angelic figure
Which stretches its arm in a friendly gesture
The touch electrifies his whole being
And dissolves the old life he's been living
The demons flee in haste
As the figure holds him to his breast
Is this real or is it just a dream?
But his eyes are open, he sees everything
A new spirit engulfs the man
He now longs for the day and its sun
The nightly moon grins its face
The stars rain down an extra grace
The company of the rain he'll still enjoy
But this time, the tears he'll cry will be of joy!

With none to own,
Forlorn and gone.
Broken but reborn,
Will live for eon.

Exsanguinated; torn
Swords of sorrow; mourn
Joy had seen its dawn
But now, the man's alone.

She is like the evening breeze
To which all hearts exposed readily freeze
Her smile is a permanent glow on her face
I carry that image to every place
Her heart - calm and laden with peace
Is there any as blessed as this?
Her eyes make the sun recoil in shame
The wind will pause when you mention her name
Her dress leaves the radiance of roses wanting
And her walk is to me a favorite dancing
A misnomer, but they say, "most wanted"
Who for me is splendor "most granted"
Mortal battles immortal in an eternal wrangle
Woe to me but not this slim angel
For in my darkness, she is the light
Even her shadow is bright!

Let the blood gently ooze
Let me this life slowly snooze
What new hope does the morrow bring
When dirges about me they sing!

He sees them every day
And wonders what keeps them at bay
He knows someday they'll return
And that he must be ready to run!

They sparkle but only for a moment
They excite many a withered spirit
They give a false hope of release
And a prevailing semblance of ease
Their realm is that of fantasy
And never once do they harbour mercy
So, the sufferer soon returns to his torment
For their promises are never concrete

They both saw what they wanted
And their minds agreed to the sight
But by those thoughts, they were daily haunted
And weren’t sure to call it 'delight'
The fire was kindled, so was the hope
And the racing of their hearts could not stop
They were afraid of the outcome
The ‘if’, the ‘how’, the ‘what had to be undone’
They battled twixt themselves but to no avail
And in the end, a pure friendship was to prevail.

The chills have engulfed me,
For I watched the flames die.
It is awful what I see,
And the sight has made me cry!

To Fwain, we are coming
Before tomorrow's dawning
By road or by train
Whether in sunshine or rain.

To you Fwain our love
We come with all this joy
We give you all we have
She and her little boy.

So Fwain when we are gone
Deign to invite us again
And then we'll tell you like you've never known
How much we love Fwain

The dust coated the dreams of those men
And all their worthy cries, the winds would deafen
The rain washed away their manly tears
And the trenches were the perfect harbor for their fears

Goodbye
Goodbye, I say again
Tell me when (if) you'll come back
And the rain? tell me of that rain
Is it the reason you smile
or rather do you hide some guile
Do you still smoke in the cold
Do you even think of me as you told
Will you take my heart, too
And sell it for a penny or two!
Will you love as lovers do
or will you say we ain't meant to
I'm freezing and you are the ice
Keep me frozen, how sweet and nice!

Her heart drowned in the river of her tears
Her bones were broken by the weight of her fears
Forlorn she is by all her peers
And her fate is the type that's dreaded by seers

She was trapped in an endless descent.
And that 'nadir' beckoned to her without restraint.
All her hopes of respite started to fade
when her soul of life was eternally bled.

In my world, all angels are heaven-sent!
Every moment with her fills me with amazement
Her eyes glitter like the midnight moon,
And her speech has the sound of my favorite tune.

Her embrace parts the waters of my misery
And her smile is the symbol of her verity
Her face is the treasure I carry in my mind
For a love as hers is truly a rare find!

Those lovely days; I remember
And the joy of every encounter,
And the dialogues that robbed us of sleep.

Is that all lost, I wonder!
I am shaken to the marrow and under
But I am hopeful still; for the friendship was too deep.

Our troubles have truly overwhelmed us.
Afflicted we are by this unknown curse.
Everyday has had its lights extinguished,
And every hour has been but clouded in mist.

Her beauty glistens like a rare diamond,
And her smile is the other treasure we have found.
By her every embrace, we have been healed;
And every touch has had our hearts with joy re-filled!

The picture, melancholy
The paint, my miseries
No song, no symphony
A hymn but sad stories

New day, new funeral
No fireworks at noon
We weep before arrival
The tear - my boon

A halo of grey
Moon, no rain
Sorrows but nay
My heart they stain

Only if you knew what it was,
You'd understand why I couldn't explain.
But, I'll patiently bear these woes.
And cherish every night of pain

Did we meet on such a day as this
My mind that memory shall ne’er miss.
But does it make you rue or rejoice
Were you even glad to have heard my voice
Was it my vain insistence that led us to this
And have you not for a moment longed for release
I see your heart glittering with innocence
While mine recovers from its daily offense
Must you not cast me away with haste
Don’t you dread being ruined by my quest
By Pollux! You will one day see the free
But Venus will keep you away from me
When you smile, I will blink not my eye
But, alas, my vision is blurred! Aye!
All those royal features I cannot see
And I am not (have never been) deserving of thee.

Weakness wrapped its hands about me
And patiently, it didst lead me to thee
Your worthiness was clear before my eyes
A part of me for thee was(is) willing to die
I recall many a homely encounter
And when for a time I was to you, “arbiter”
Perhaps my speech betrayed my desire
Which in turn sparked in your interiors a fire
Why did my fears bother you?
Yet you said you felt the same and that we’d rue
When to you did I appear offensive
But I too had my share of actions-repulsive
I still dread what shall occur on that day,
For the picture is still clear in my head
But Venus with alacrity will lead me away
I will then be, but in whose stead?

There’ll be a brighter light someday
When all my miseries will be wiped away
Perhaps then I’ll be more deserving of you
Unlike now, when my ‘qualities’ are few
So, let me sojourn in this barren land
And seek counsel from that golden hand
Let those wounds heal by degrees
I too need to feel the chilly breeze
I cannot teach you how to love
For my heart is engulfed in mauve
I, this day, shall have no gift to offer
But you in nearest days shall surely prosper
That “light” will be your guide
Joy shall forever be by your side
You see it all – You know my faults and fears
With shame, may my only tribute this day be my tears!

She appears in his dreams
She resides in his heart
She's the supplier of his means
And the custodian of his hearth.

She's the catalyst to his flames
She burns silently and consumes
She's the giver of all his names
And the lover when his life resumes.

He's the beholder of her beauty
The receiver of all her graces
To love her has become his duty
For he chose her from a million faces.

He wasn't looking for perfection,
But found its equivalent in her.
He wasn't looking for illumination
But found a bright light in her star.
In the end, he was eluded by that perfection
But found a loving heart in her!

A pleasant guest deserves a fair goodbye
Only if he promises not to stay
But if he so pleases your eye
Be not ashamed to say
For if in your hastily timing
You make him change his mind
Then later at your combining
You may each other remind
Of how goodbye leaves sad partedness
With nothing to repair the broken-heartedness
So farewell is never the word to say
For true friends will always stay!

Light does not get us thinking
Shallow waters are no good for sinking
Love does not get us loving
But desire performs the act well
The fool rejoices in having
But has no story to tell
The money man takes to progress
When hard times press
The sailer thinks of the shore
When the waves heap
No lover is a sower
And yet wants to reap!

The sun is brightly shinning
The day is peaceful and calm
But in his heart is an endless groaning
An internal battle – man against man
He cannot smile, he cannot see the light
For those men inside always fight.

Bright stars paint the skies
The moon glows in men’s favor
But this man by night cries
He’s lost everything – even his honor
But in the night he finds some solace
For the darkness hides his face

Other men look forward to new days
But this man is tormented by the sun's rays
His face is burrowed by those endless streams
Which never cease – not even in his dreams
He longs and sighs for the rain
To mask all those tears and pain

But the rain seldom comes, it never comes
yet the tormenting flame always burns
Will his wells run dry, will he ever cease to cry?
'What is lost,' he reflects 'is already lost!'
Why then must he fight with this ghost,
Will he live to forever suffer, or must he die?!

I wander when I sleep
And because this world of mine is so deep
I dream of strange things when I sleep
Numerous cliffs where slopes are so steep

Every road led him to another disaster
And all his hopes left him bitter thereafter
Every step brought him closer to the cliff
And what was love to him, but the start of his grief!

Those men were filled with marvel
When from the East, they didst travel
All routes led to one place
Just to see one face
And when it was dawn
They saw Jesus, the king newly born!

When I recall his agony
In the garden by Petr's company
For the sake of my sin
He took up the cross
He cared for me to win
And dared his life's loss
As this sorrowful song I sing
I think of Jesus, the suffering king

Alas! It is written in the books
About the trumpets, sickles, and hooks
The day the Lord will return
Titled as the son of Man
And when it says, 'judgment I will bring'
I think of Jesus, the judging king

Now I stand here alone
All my friends are gone
I'm lost for comfort
And all good feelings depart
But it's like the return of spring
When I remember Jesus, the loving king.

Dull or fine
Let this heart be thine
And thine, mine
Let us, as friends, dine!

Come today - don't delay
Show me the way
the smooth road to your heart
where I may rest in comfort!

From that world she came
(Known or unknown, no one cared)
Where those daily routines were the same
A moment to rest she was ne'er spared
Her palms bore the scars of her daily indulgence
The cracks in her heels was the other evidence
Daily at four she rose
Exhausted but always she was
Then after those morning duties away
To the classroom at midday

The journey long but what a relief
The moment sweet but only brief
Her hands and feet in a momentary freedom
From that sovereign rule of works' kingdom
She then rests by a roadside shade
Exhaustion another punctuation has made
She sighs taking in the breeze
In her mind wonders what life is
But up! To school she must run
For she remembers she has to learn

She is scolded for being late
And reminded of how punctuality to excellence is gate
In class, no place to sit
The classroom small, they all will not fit
She resigns, stands at the back
Her shoulders against that wall full of dirt
Those wide open eyes suddenly start to glitter
You can tell her heart is heavy
She then looked down to the ground with shame
And then from every eye, a tear came!