It's there,
           in that Treasure Chest
Locked up tight,
          next to my bed
I don't know who has the
                     k e y
At night,
             I can hear it inside
It's not too loud,
        but it whispers to me~
                    "let  
                           me
                                out"
I do not cry,
but I say to it very gently~
           "I have
                    to wait
                            for the
                                    key"

When someone finds it,
          Will you let me know?
My heart's still
          b e a  t i n  g
            in that treasure chest
Although it's been broke
                It's wants to be
                              f r e e
          So please,
    Help me unlock my broken heart that's been torn all
                         a  p ar  t
     Release it back into me,
            So I can love,

             B
                       r
                              e
                               ­     a
                                         t
                                           h
                                           e
             and
Finally be free...  

*Do
      you  
           have
                  the
                      key?

To the child who wore a wrinkled dress during an election
who's been a funny candidate, and for that she never won

To the boy who always live in so much harshness and fears
from the people closest to him who always give him tears

To the girl who always did sing beautifully at the start
but at the middle she would cry because her life was torn apart

To the lad who simply wrote songs but never kept them for himself
instead gave them to someone else rather than to keep on a shelf

To the lady who chose to love someone who seemed thoughtful and caring
only to find that she was deceived by fake sweetness in the beginning

To the man who felt in love but was broken at early stage
yet he forgave though he was left sad inside that cage

To the wife who forgot her name and just depend on a story
that she shouldn't hear any word but a chain of big sorry

To the husband who tried many times to love and trust
only to end up crying and memories would turn to dust

To the woman who fell in love but cannot move on from the past
a lot of worries inside her heart if she is really happy at last

To the man who tried once more after a thousand of falling
moving on with someone whom he feel now deserving

To them who always cry and just trying to be happy
I will tell them not to give up trying to change their story

To anyone who was a victim of so much anguish and pain
NEVER GIVE UP, have faith, not fear, just learn to dance in the rain!

Pradip
Meaning
A light or a shine

It's from Sanskrit
and a base language
of all Indian languages

Why I want to take this name

I want to appreciate
Pradip chattapodyay

For his 1400 poems
in his hello poetry account

I wish he will share his knowledge
and wisdom
like a light source

to all of us

continuously

Thank you for your work

she was hopping hopscotch with the children in the sunset lawn,
At the dusk her pellucid eyes would glare the intense orange..
She was hopping from one rectangle to another as he was peering love through his eyes,
The sunset veils her shadow:
Her hair vacillating on her chin and his eyes blink on her subtle smile,
She sprawled her legs at the end of the box that is drawn on the land,
She sees the rested stone through the space of her legs,
And her immediate turnabout titillated him,
horripilations tickled his flesh,
Sprawling,spanning and love placating:
Thus Susurrus smile spake to him,
She Shouted a few flying syllables as she picks the stone in the celestial joy,
Subtle zephyr billowing on her confluenced lips,
The evening zephyr as cold as her breath,
He saw her only once,but he remembers every subtle detail infinitesimally..
He only saw her once,but he couldn't forget the voice of her eyes forever...

I woke up this morning
And I stared at the ceiling for a while
I did the unthinkable
I woke up
I rushed to my mirror
And looked at my square face
I said to myself, "Towela?"
I felt weak to the sound of my own name
I continued, "I'm sorry. For everything. The life you've had to live, mostly."
I stared at my eyes, I couldn't see much
My eyes were blurred with tears
"I know you've always wanted to hear these words from people that have hurt you before and they don't have the heart to say them to you.
For one reason or the other, they don't think you're important or worth apologising to. I just thought I should let you hear me say them. Maybe you'll feel better."
I stopped. I wanted to see the reaction of my reflection. It just stood there, blunt.
It's always been like that with me.
There's always been two MEs.
One of them is really weak, she's emotional, she needs love, she needs attention and she needs hope because she's always on the verge of giving up.
The other one, she's really tough, she's been there for the Weak ME. She's everything she needs.
If they were to meet each other in different bodies, I'm sure they would be lovers.
Because they've always lived like that, just the two of them.
And they've made my whole body, mind and soul to believe that I would never find someone so emotional and understanding as Weak ME and I would never find someone so encouraging and caring yet strong as Strong ME.

A bishop from other town
Was moving in this one
As Swamy Downey lived

Son, what's the path
That leads to the church
Asked he, stopping
Swamy Downey

Go straight
And take the second left
Go straight and
Take the third right.
At the dead end
Is the church
You asked for
Replied Swamy Downey

Showing gratitude
The bishop said
Come to the church
Tomorrow
Son.
I'll show you the path to heaven
As a token of gratitude

Thus spake Swamy Downey
You no know the path
To the church
Then how can you guide me
*To the path of heaven?