The book of life,
we all write ours.
Some gently and some with a rush,
familiar is melancholy and joyous flowers.

Your book of life,
no one realizes its truth.
They will get addled and wonder,
until they read in between the lines.

Beautiful sadness will pour,
Don't let it ruin your book.
Shelter it with unbiased happiness,
and smile for not to be drenched.

I have yet to finish it,
Everyone does someday.
But till that day,
write, write and remember,
your precious book of life.

You are not
On my side now.
Listening to the song
You sang me every night
Even when you aren't.

And I can't say
I am Alive
As you are not my side.

I wait till the dark
Overtakes the time.
Thinking you are on your way
Humming this song,
I lay
On your bed side,
Staring at this moonlight.
Smiling a bit and,
Walk on your way.

So will you come,
When you can't.
And will you stay,
When you could.

I am running,
To defeat your light.
To forever be,
On your side.

So Darlin Run and,
I am waiting for the sun.
Laying on your bed,
To find you when I turn.

Am sitting on the damp grass,
With the rain hitting my body.
Pain inside, and joy in tears,
Which melded with the twinkling starlight,
Falling from pink skies.

A lake beside that I sat,
On that garden bench.
My hands holding your hat,
But you weren't there.

Light went to sleep,
I sat there still.
Stillness grew deep,
You didn't come but believed you will.

I cried to moon,
Counted the stars.
He whispered softly in my ear,
"She went away soon!?"

I kept your adorable hat,
Besides me as you.
I felt asleep in a minute,
Neither I returned,
Nor you.

We just lost ourselves.

God, thy creations are great,
When the whole world will leave,
Thou shall be my only mate.

Flying of a butterfly or blooming of a flower,
Gives this world a fragrance and a beauty,
By thine inner nature and power.

That First Fall After Summer,
Gives me fragrance of thine, and reminds me,
I am thy creation and thy lover.