In your presence,
I get drank with ****** realities
those sensual lips of yours
Transmute me to the giant gate of ecstasy
Your adept fingers
extracts amorous symphonies
From the deep well of my within...
And your touch mon amour
Invites butterflies into me, down to my **** ...

We grudge in pains
Tears soaks our pillows
We mourn and groan
Nightmares stomp on our hearts
Tearing deep into the soul
While sorrow captivates the heart... leaving the spirit to battle with grieves ...

We battle to be freed from the tangled cobs of madness
but the more we try, the less we gain..

The more our pain increases, the heart looses its grip

But surely, we try but fail....
In all our attempts to be loosen
We omit the path...
The path of certainty that break all chains
Our only path to unexplainable peace
We fail to commune with our Creator
Who was,Who is and will still be
We give prayer an exception...
But get ourselves encumber with frivolous pleasures...
Which only last a moment or less... leaving us feel more depressed
the soul often oppressed
the spirit... entangled with torments
And Alas!
we aim for suicides....
Oh!
What peace we often forfeit
oh!
What joy we often lose
All because we fail to carry
Everything to God..
In Prayer....

The Hustle, the bustle
In a jungle
Called LIFE

The  companies we had
The memories we cherish
The solemn tears we shed
The few moments we enjoyed
The falling apart
With an impending life major crisis
Called DEATH

The Love we shared

The happiness we feel when the sun rises on our heart
Or,
The jilt that follows
The trust we misplaced
That cuts our heart
Or stomp on it

The moments of clarity
The hours of uncertainty
The doubt we have
About ever been the real deal

The trying to fit in
The mistakes made we can't undo
The time lost we would do a lot to have again
The hope of turning back the hands of time

The disappointment we feel
The strengths we discover after a mile thrill
The best part of living with scars
The diaries we stuck our past into
And the plans to write a new future
At the end
We only realizes one thing

That there is nothing to be afraid of
Cos its just..... LIFE...

Sometimes
my crush for the world fantasy
Becomes impulsive
My instincts
Keeps driving me
To the things of pleasure
Sometimes,
I wish I ve all she has
Guess who I mean?
Sometimes
The world is ever near
I see the sight that dazzle
The tempting sounds I hear
The world is ever calling
But still my ego shy
In all this,
I remember
My mirrors lay pride on me
Sitting consciously for my breakthrough
out of the tempting world
His advice
becomes a watchword
That the tempting sounds faintly fade
The breeze blew off
The dazzling sights
And sometimes
Out of the struggle
Of fighting temptations
out of the hustles the world throws
Without straying from the pathway
I Had chosen with at most caution
That with no doubt
Victory lies ahead
And my future
Encapsulated with pure luxuries
Without blemish of any sort
My crown awaits me...
With much comfort
And outright satisfaction
That indeed I overthrown the worlds gaze
Saying this repeatedly
I came, I saw and I conquer....

I've been to the chapel
Not only to see the priest
Or to hear the choir sing
not at all
To watch the candle burn on the chapel's altar
Or to watch the 7lamps
Radiates all through d priests chamber

But ve been there
To make my wishes known
To him who knows
I need you most

Out of the blue
Comes a tiny ray of light
Shining across my heart
Like a diamond ray
It seems

Out of the blue
Comes the key
To my crippled heart
To unlock the gates
That seems wielded with chains

Out of the blue
Comes my humble knight
Shining in his silver suit of armor

Our five fingers slipped
Into one another
And together we walk
Side by side
Like my stead helpmate

The glutton
With a vipers tail
Running round
In search of fame
Lol,
In shame the glutton drop
With its rickety belly
D sound goes ****

No glutton last a day even less
With the garment of deceit has worn all out
All the wolf in the sheep's garment
Comes floating
Alas!!
The glutton stung itself
In pain with pressure
It hung itself
Cos the world turn sour
Before the cloud goes in
Recoiling its tongue
With a sideway chain