Sailing through the sky
sorting through the stars
for a familiar sigh
that could heal the scars

She taught me what it meant to love
but never
how to fall out of love...
She showed me heaven
and never ever said
there was hell.

yes, I've seen heavy blankets of clouds cast above
thick clouds of despair, thicker than I deserve
Yes, I've been through such perilous storms
handed roses with less petals than thorns
Yes, I've walked journeys that never end
written a million letters and never send
yes, I've sunk in abysmal doldrums before
been through **** more impure than iron ore
but I never let that past be my definition
I let go of the anchors and put up the sail
a happy future as my motivation and destination
and no matter how many times I'll fail
I'll never stop trying to get there...
storms come, storms go

Maybe we don't have the things we desire and appreciate
because we don't desire and appreciate the things we have...

You are a song I can't tire of hearing
a pain that's worth bearing
you are the road that I pray may never reach the end
you are a leaf I'll never let touch the ground
a peg to which am tightly bound
and without which I get lost, and in whose presence am found
you are sunshine, you are the big blue sky
you are the one person who makes my heart sing and my soul sigh
the hello that makes me hate goodbye
you are the eyes in which I see the man I crave to be
I owe my faith and persistence to thee
for in the race of life, you're my motivation
and that's why no matter the sharpness of every other bend
on this long road, I tell myself that forever's our destination
I'll keep going for the big dreams and every medal
so as to see you smile as beautiful as a blooming petal
I count myself lucky to have you in my life
or let me just say there would be no true life without you

The Moon came between the sun and Earth
Karma came between our emotions and us

Sometimes you need to be that person even you
doubted you'd ever be to reach those dreams that
were so far from reality and score such goals you
thought you never could... Sometimes you need
to tighten your fist of faith and beat the odds
for if you hit hard, even fate can hit the canvas...

Love the sky
when she does cry
out in pain
she calls it rain...

I think the best thing in the world is
having friends who believe in you
even more than you believe in yourself
Those who push you across a shaky bridge
assuring you that it won't break even when they
themselves doubt the strength of its vibrating foundation
Friends who cheer you up the ladder
even when they lack the strength to support
your weight on the unsteady ladder
Friends who waive and smile when you are
flying even when they can't hold you when
your wings melt if you go too close to the sun.
if your wings melt... But it's even greater
having friends who stay with you even after
you hit the ground for they know the ball
always bounces higher when after impact
and they know that much as bones break
they also become stronger at the fracture point
when it finally heals... Friends who bring you
crutches when your feet can't carry you and
believe you will walk again even when
you can't make a single step
That's why I count myself lucky
because I owe every step I make in this race of life
to everyone who's ever cheered me...success to me
is having people to share it with, it isn't winning the medal.
Always be grateful to the people who stand by you
because not only are they hard to come by but they'll
someday stand for you when your feet are numb, they'll
narrate to you the moments when your memory's gone
they'll lower the rope of hope to pull you out of doldrums
they'll crack jokes when karma doesn't want you to smile
they'll cheer you past the finishing line, walk you an extra mile
they'll always remind you of your purpose in life midst strife.
and if you have such friends, count yourself lucky.

Love to Learn, Learn to Love...

We’d sing a song, we’d walk along
we’d ring a bell, so loud a gong
I’d be a king, with you my Kong
but this reality’s harsh and wrong

the sun a deem ray
soon an extinguished light
dark pours, wonder lurks

Is fed up of you dominating my stories and rhymes
what they don't know is they've heard nothing yet
and I feel foolish at times
but you are a theme I can't forget

I still think you would have made me a better place
you would have planted a smile not only on my face
but also in the rocky gardens of my  doubtful soul
give the chance, you could have been my all

When she was with Summer she missed the allurement of snow
and yet when winter came along, she missed Sunshine, you know...
and since she couldn't choose either of the two, she married spring
for even the verdancy in the eyes of spring did happiness bring.

I keep using the same road
trying to find another chance*
I keep retracing my footsteps
because my heart still needs you

Held on for so long life left me behind
but that's where my future is, the past
to my first am bound, she's my last
i only have eyes for her, to the rest am blind

There were no lonelier nights than those
he had so much to transcribe but wouldn't find
the right sentences to lend prominence to
his indistinct meditation.
There were no colder moments
than when he found it close
to impossible to clutch the brush
of his mind, and paint his
everlasting torments.
Such nights were
lonely and
cold.

The invisible scars are the hardest to heal...
when you can't tell where the hurt is born,
but only hear its muffles echo within
like voices in a big empty hall and what makes it worse is,
the echoes of pain can never be shut out
because the ears of the soul are always open
as the soul thinks he can always take pain
due to the bad influence from the heart.

When I dream about you I wish I'd sleep forever because the
dreams are a beautiful reflection of what we could have been.

Happens when big money
without brains
trust
Big brains
without money

I wish I could even be just
your last option instead of
a choice that
never made it
to your scale
of preference...

If Life was black and white
I'd be dating you, right
for we are both lonely
I can tell from the melancholy
in the pieces you write.
We're both broken
and we have enough
words to fix each other
If only love was red and pink
the flooding passion you have
*would not only end in ink.