She was not sweet, neither was she sour...
She was pretty awesome, somewhere in between...
If she were to be compared to anything
I believe she was water...
incomparable to anything
but just pretty cool to drink...
I think..

When I feel scared, when I think that the next challenge could be tougher than I can manage,
when the bridge seems too shaky for me to cross... When the days are stormy and the roads thorny
and it feels like my bare feet won't get me a far... Wen the Ocean of life's too wavy for me to sail
and yet the voyage of time will not wait for the waves to pass, when the clouds are too thick
and the promise of the rain of despair is almost confirmed, when the stabbing drizzle has already started,
family's always my rainbow for no challenge will ever be greater than that which with my family I've overcome...
and no nights will ever be darker than those their light's seen me through... No matter how long,
no journey will ever beat the distance it's taken us to reach here... That's why no matter how hot the crucible may get,
I will always get through cooked for a better menu rather than burnt...Family's my last refuge,
family's my inspiration and most of all, family's my boat...
No Ocean will ever be rougher than my family can sail me through,
no love will ever be Family's true...
That's why no matter how far I go, how deep I think, how high I fly, how much I write
no matter how many battles I fight, the greatest weapon and armour God always blesses me with is family...

You fed me on love but never taught how to survive
when the times of drought come, and ultimately, they did arrive
you planted roses of promises all over the garden of my heart
florets I was fooled to believe would bloom just like that
why didn't you ever tell me that roses only bloomed in the abundance of rain
so at least I'd water my soul in such moments rather than see the flowers of hope in my heart whither in pain
you held my hand for so long, never gave me a single chance to learn
how to trudge the boulevard of desolation, not once did you let me walk alone
you dressed me in the warm sweat shirt of your tight embrace
like I'd wear it for forever, like I'd wear it until it is all tattered and old
Never ever did I ever imagine someday you'd peel it off and leave me in cold
you hugged me so selflessly, smiled that I forgot how to live without the face
You took me swimming in the deep end of the Oceans of romance
yet didn't tell me that I survived the perilous adventures by chance...
You taught me how to dance, how to listen to music and let flow through and thrive
but didn't tell me that once you left the same symphony would leave me barely alive
You encouraged me to always make memories no matter the cost
if only I had known those memories would return taunting like a Gothic ghost
haunt my mind and leave me hopeless and lost,
like a rudderless ship washed by waves to some unknown coast
to an extent, I'd pray for a down pour of amnesia to wash away the things a valued most
Maybe you should have warned me that love was sweet and sour
that it is a beautiful rose but does fade like any other beautiful flowers
that even if we were a bed of roses even roses have spiky thorns
and that Hearts fracture so bad much as they bear no bones...
You should have told me fairy tales were merely stories we were told to find sleep
that much as you were mine to hold, it was no guarantee you were mine to keep...
you should have told me all the secrets you concealed and the dark side you hid
maybe I wouldn't have believed you then, but it probably could have hurt less than it actually did

Sometimes you ask yourself, does she understand
does she understand what you mean when you
fight through the cold fog of numbing fear to face
her and stutter the words "I love you"
Does she understand it takes more than
just courage to utter some words, does she
know how deep you have to dig to find the right
way to roll the tongue and move your paralysed
teeth just to construct a single sentence...
Sometimes you wonder whether she knows or not
that it takes a thousand heart blips, a ****** labyrinthine
conundrum and a relentless soul to make a single step
across the emotional bridge...
Sometimes you wonder whether she really gets it
when you say she's the road you were destined to
walk without which you won't move on for no matter
how much you'll try, without the road you're stuck to
a single spot, sometimes you ask yourself whether
or not she gets what you mean when you say you
lost your way in the blue Ocean of her eyes and only
the north star of her affection can find you a bearing
back to the shores of reality yet the more the thought
the more the plunder of wonder...especially when you
finally realize she may understand yet not get it...
For how can she get it when even you knows storms
of romance do carry with them heart shuttering thunder
when even you have heard the same lines in songs
when millions of poems say the very thing
some even expressing them in a much more intricate
manner than you can ever weave, how can she get it
when the guy before you said the same thing and
only left a heart he found whole scattered like stars
in the milky way, not that they are not beautiful from afar
when she's probably saving you from her invisible ugly scar
one that will drive you away as soon as she drops the veils
and opens up the fragile side that she hides from the world...
What's there to grasp when her father used a similar phrase
to lure her Mama into an abyss of torment so much she grew up like
an orphan as her Mama could not take it anymore and had
to run off, never to be seen again, when her teacher
defiled her best friend with the allure of something not so different...
when she's read Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde and more
where it all ends but in tragedy, fire or War...
What's there to understand when you aren't even sure if what
you feel's passion enough to light all way to forever... and you
know she's no longer playing games, she's been disappointed many times
and she won't simply fall for a beautiful piece simply because it rhymes...
And then you wonder, who'll find you when your rescue is more
lost than you have ever been...

I've walked roads you can never imagine
I've fallen lower than you might ever reach
I've fractured smaller more than you think
cried so much tears than you'll ever wipe
Taken more insults than you can bear
but that will never matter because
I am past the insults, that I can say
the tears are dry and am weeping no longer,
the bones healed and even stronger
I have learnt the path out of the pit and its stink
and well, my footprints are already lost in the dusty wind...
These roads taught me that no matter how dusty
your path maybe, the brush of persistence will always
get them shining again and that success rents
just at the end of the dusty road... So keep moving and
keep strong...

One lesson I took from my mother is,
always smile even at your saddest moment...
It may not be the ideal situation, but
being sad about it changes nothing...I will
always smile as I walk my every mile
after all the world will only but watch
while I cry alone, it'd rather watch me smile...
The other lesson is go as low as life demands,
there's so much for you to learn in the valleys
of struggle, most of which will help you
successfully hike the steep mountains of success.