A pin drop silence
An unusual serene calmness
A solemn way to start a day
in an empty classroom

Even the softest moan...
the loudest roar
Sighed...
counting my own breathing
as I was fidgeting to and fro
in an empty classroom...

123 my heart was beating slow
456 my heart was moving faster
789 my heart was thunderous!
blood boiled up to the head...
from cheerful to moody
from pretty to ugly
smiles... yawns.. smirks... temper!
the veins fighting in the face...
dark red with anger burst!

A sudden... gentle knock on the door..
broke the golden silence
a sweet angel walked in
with head held down
"GOOD MORNING TEACHER"
Applause... Applause... Applause...
Thank you to the sweetest soul..
An empty classroom came to live...

Enchanted Evening
sipping iced lemon tea
the cooling sea breeze
refreshing, rejuvenating
dreaming on a hammock
under a coconut trea
enjoying the warmth of evening sun
just before the sunset
spending the last hours of the day
hours of standing, talking, writing...
now the time to relax
in a secret hideaway...
let the gentle wind massages your skin...
and pampers your day....

Today is gone
What's done is done
Dream again all night,
a bigger dream, a stronger you..
Embrace tomorrow, another day
a new challenge , a new way..
A new day will come with a whole new light..

Alone in the sea I could hear a cry
A little cry from the blue deep ocean
A sweet sad voice echoes so clearly..
A beautiful mermaid sang her heart so desperately

As the mid night passed,
The evil storm came suddenly
The sweet songs seemed lost in the angry sea
I remember the face of the angel vividly
A little one with sweet sad love songs, you see…

I came to the sea the very next day
Hoping to hear the angel sings and sway
Frustrated I felt very much today
For a glimpse of her tail I saw and she swept away..

I kept coming to the sea every alternate day
Capturing what each words mean in her heart piercing songs
I came to know she was hoping one day
To dance gracefully on the shore with her songs

To sing.. to dance with her beloved prince on the shore..
Even a brief moment will make her heart content
However she isn’t so sure
Will her prince understands her intent?

Dance a little mermaid dance..
An angel of the sea may dance so gracefully.
Dance a little mermaid dance…
Your wish to be granted one day hopefully…

Water
Quench your thirst
Freshen you up
Dirt, sweat, unpleasant smells
Need water to get rid of them all
Friendly water
Reliable more than friends
Cant live without...
Not even a drop..
In a split second...
Unbelievably angry water
Swallowing everything up
Today i lost a place called home
My neighbour's children are gone
Thousands of people suffer a total lost
Possessions no longer
What a bleak future
The whole country mourns
Praying ...persuading angry water to forgive
So we could atleast gather
what we...
Still left behind...

Its a silent chilly night
Sitting here alone
My boredom is maximum
Decided I need a night out..
Perhaps just a walk and breathe some fresh air...

Walking past the old museum
A glimpse of an old man
sitting on a chair...
His shadow on the wall can tell
Just how bored he must have been
Working all night long..
especially on a chilly winter night

I approach the old watchman
Offers him a cigarette,
It may sound crazy
but I really need a company
This Night watchman  says, quite surprisingly,
" everything is quiet"
too dead in the museum...
as if he understands my curiosity
about being a night watchman

I don't need to probe more
he says its too eerie in the inside
surrounded with a hundred to 800 years old artifacts
and some classic works of dead artists
I work for the pay... he says...
I don't need to protect the antiques..
To this I am quite amazed...
but he says, " at night when everything is dark and quiet"
the museum comes to life...
my heart beats faster to this...
a real creepy story.. he is telling me..

He admits having difficulty to breathe
when he sees all the musical instruments
played by themselves one night...
when he tried to run... all doors are locked by themselves
he even peed in his pants watching all the statues
dancing and partying in every floors of this very very old museum
a spooky place... yes... ghostly spirits yes...
name it.. he says "I have met them all"
and even shake hands with them every night...

I have cold sweats... I have goosebumps...
I ask him whether he'd like a tuna sandwich
I'd go and buy them and come back for more chats with him
Its 3 am and I am listening to all these horror stories
from an old night watchman...

He agrees for the offer of sandwich
and demands for a black coffee too...
I runs to the nearest Seven Eleven
and returns as soon as possible...

I am standing here now in front of the old museum
with sandwich and coffee in my hand...
The Night watchman isn't there anymore...
he just disappears...

Curiosity makes me come back
the very next day
only to find out..
the Night watchman I talked to ...
and smoked with...
has passed away a year ago...
what an eerie feeling...
I just had an interview with  a dead Night watchman...

I am wiser as I get older
The forest is within a grip of my hand
I am sensitive as I get accustomed to the land
A threat doesn’t need an introduction
It will take the whole winter
If you should wait
And the season of spring
And autumns of patience
If you should try to see me fall
And burn me to ashes...
You need enough courage
to face my determination
to protect and save this forest of mine....

The lady in red shoes
She has no absolute clues
On Monday morning blues
She Whistles the song "FOOTLOOSE"

It isn't about the shoes
The red pair she choose
Strangely, someone called Bruce
Offered her apple juice

It isn't about the shoes
but the color that she choose
Oh... she should never loose
Her pair of red colored shoes.......

Make sure there is a pencil in your bag
A small notebook in your pocket
Ideas are sometimes spontaneous
And inspiration does not come everyday
Look everywhere, listen, and smell,
And don't forget to write things down.
Even if you see and listen well,
What you have seen, might not come back around.
That's where your pencil plays it's part.
And with your pencil, there's no regrets.
Especially when pertaining to the heart,
The pencil remembers, what the mind forgets.

If a thought is worth a penny
Let me buy yours today
So I shall  see
So very clearly
Whether you are anything like
What your deep thoughts are
on the outside

Your silence thoughts
May speak a volume
Let me be your voice
Let the whole world know
Who you really are
On the inside...

I am willing to pay
a dollar or a penny for...
A penny for your thought...

You are young
You are pretty
Everybody loves you
You are sweet
You are innocent
Your books, you'd need them  too
You are smart
You are beautiful
Beauty needs brain too
You are the sweetest
Could be the greatest
Be the kindest
Learn from the cleverest
Success would be with you
You are brave
You are explorer
Come out from your cocoon
and breathe your life too....

A Poet Fell in the Forest

When walking in the woods,
you learn to pick up your feet.
Because today, a poet fell in the forest.
He tripped on a root of a tree.
Reaching to recover a few of his ink pens.
Here's wear the adventure begins.
Luck was with him at that moment,
a grizzly bear came foraging through the forest.
Fortunately for him too,
poets, are not on the bear's menu.
Like most bears in the wild,
wanting nothing to do with man.
Started moving away like it was
a part of mother nature's plan.

Getting up off the forest floor,
continuing on his way through the woods.
The poet pulled out a pad from his backpack,
and scribbled a poem about facing your fears.
How his heart raced as he knew not to look
mother nature in the face.
The poem spoke of knowing
when to stand your ground.
He didn't forget to mention
how he tripped and fell down.
Meeting a hungry grizzly bear,
happy he's alive to tell the tale.
He titled the poem,
“A poet fell in the forest”.

Hello Poetry
Welcome Poets
The novice
The amateur
The professional
Sharing words..

Hi vocabulary
Let's perfect my words...
To add another poem
My simple thoughts
My poem
My masterpiece..
Share it here sincerely

My fellow poets
Likes and comments
Make me proud...
I am inspired...
I believe now
I am a real poet...

So many  words are dancing in my head
waiting to to be released
wanting me to create
just another magic
and tell the world
how words can paint the canvas of life
I am so careful of these magic words
cant even turn my head to the left or right
scared if the words would fall
and the verses turn upside down..
creatively and carefully adding the right potion
of sweet fragrance to beautify each verses
my heart is pounding
My fingers are dancing
word after word..
the diction must be perfect...
This is the time
when poets write their best verse.
a poet with a great mind for writing ..
greatness only rely on an honest pen and an open heart
To be called a poet in your own right
create more magic,  
the hungry readers are well fed
an enthusiastic poet is satisfied..

So many  words are dancing in my head
waiting to to be released
wanting me to create
just another magic
and tell the world
how words can paint the canvas of life
I am so careful of these magic words
cant even turn my head to the left or right
scared if the words would fall
and the verses turn upside down..
creatively and carefully adding the right potion
of sweet fragrance to beautify each verses
my heart is pounding
My fingers are dancing
word after word..
the diction must be perfect...
This is the time
when poets write their best verse.
a poet with a great mind for writing ..
greatness only rely on an honest pen and an open heart
To be called a poet in your own right
create more magic,  
the hungry readers are well fed
an enthusiastic poet is satisfied..

My mobile screams
Its Taylor Swift " I wished it was me"
Wake up folks its 6 am
Let's face another hectic day
Another day of terror and challenge
Unlike the good old days
when life was even simpler
when mobiles were  not a necessity
but communication still exists
in close knit families
Life was even greater
When smartphones and computers
were gadgets of the future
Still relationships went on smooth and happier
Life was even lovelier
when Apples and Blackberries
were merely fruits
for juices and desserts.
but still we need to strive
to face another day
in this concrete jungle
and adapt our life....

May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
May the rains fall softly upon your fields,
until we meet again.

May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
may god be with you and bless you
may you see your childrens children
may you be poor in misfortune,rich in blessings.
may you know nothing but happiness from this day on wards.

may the hand of a friend always be near.
may green be the grass you walk on.
may blue be the skies above you.
may pure be the joys that surround you.
may true be the hearts that love you.
may you give your heart to love and you shall be loved.......

She is a pretty little bird of a rare species..
Flying so high … high up…and sometimes low…
Endless search for the strongest branch to rest..
In a familiar wood…She wouldn’t know her fate
Until one fine day she was put to a test…

She is a pretty little thing…
So bizarre… a special one of its kind…
One day she was caught, tied and locked
She trembled, she felt so scared but she was trapped..
Snatched was her freedom, robbed was her life…
Taken was her dignity, stolen was her identity…
She is a lonely bird in a golden cage…
She doesn’t whistle sweet love songs
She cries everyday she cries …
Ugly lullabies… Bitter sweet love and defeat songs
All that glitters are not pure gold….
In her golden cage, she frantically stumbles...
She falls… suffocates in fake luxuries….
Hiding behind those radiant smiles, what a fake she is…

Cold, cold lifeless life…false sweet words of love and empty promises…
She’d rather die peacefully in the woods so free
What life is an extravagant life?
In the comfort of her silky linen bed ,
Her heart aches and she dies everyday

Her face turned white..Her heart turned cold
She breathes slowly she is so freaking cold….
In this golden cage… the iron bars feel so cold..
She cries and waits for the day to come by…
The day … the final day that she would be sold…
She is just a pretty little bird in someone’s castle
Trapped in a golden cage, she’d lost her soul…….

Funny how some people love to think
No, they don't even bother to think actually
They are simply making assumptions
after reading your convincing poems
of sad good bye and half way to heaven
The said its true. All of it? YES ... so very true.. true...
eye brows raised, delicious stories of love affairs...
poor poet being misjudged
ahh all are true then from poem 1 to poem 100
she married them all,
100 flower bouquets exchanged each year
she still keep one hundred diamond rings...
she is planning to have an exhibition too
the theme is WEDDINGS AND BREAK UPS
wordsmiths job is to write
about anything... happiness, sadness, love, romance
and a thousand other things from their creative
minds and hearts
just you readers be intelligent and mature
to read between the lines
and understand the underlying messages
in a piece of write
to judge a poet is unwise
how many times could a poet fall in love?
to write about love?
how many breakups should she suffer
to write a heartbreaking poem?
Silly... how some people think...

A reflect upon my journey of life
Still...
I dont understand a thing
Still
It doesn't make any sense
Still
Searching for who I am... really

I focus on my reflection
On the journeys I took
On the roads not taken
On my behaviors and actions
Over the years...... of my life
I should bow in shame...
The shameless me still standing
between my countless sins
and few good deeds
Should bury my face in the ground instead

Lets run away for a second I thought
Reality *****...
I am nothing but a sinful soul...
but...There's this voice
keep banging in my head
from nowhere it comes
so close to my ears
there is this magnetic pull
pulling me closer
closer to reality...
I am running running
but I am still here...
In this circle of life

I ask my self every single day
Hoping for a clue or two
Voices in my head is clear
Telling me what to do
Sometimes I agree sometimes I dont
My brain says yes
my heart says a different thing
Incongruence, incoherence...
chaos my heart and mind
why? why? I keep on asking.....
Why am I so uncertain
Why am I still doubting?

Keep on searching high and low
Every second and Every minutes
And endless search for identity
If I cant really know the real me
How possible is it for me...
To even  know or meet my creator
In eternity...

Before we were
Christians,
Muslims,
Jews,
Hindus,
Sikhs,
we were all human.
The funny thing is that we still are
We have just forgotten it...
We are all human,
regardless of religion and race
If you can't accept this simple concept even
say good bye to globalization
and internalization
and be in your comfort zone...
safe and sound...

Countless teardrops
fill the river of tears
and the river flows
endlessly...
carries all the pain away...
How deep is the hurt
How much is the grief
Only the river knows
all the mysteries in it...
If only it can tell
you with words...

She...
as beautiful as a rose
Her love is so sweet
the sweetest fragrance of a rose
I love the scent of this woman..
the sweetest rose
that melts my heart..
She..
who is as beautiful as a rose..
that blooms in a golden sun
She holds a rose in her hand..
with her million dollars worth smile..
her cheek rosy when she smiles..
The rose in her soft hands..
as sweet as her smile...
outstanding as they bloom..
She...
her blooming eyes,
red roses delight in those pair.
I could see her heart in the rose she holds..
In her heart a garden of rose....
What a beautiful rose she is...

Do you still remember?
The lovely fragrance from this garden of mine...
Have you forgotten?
That I always...
keep the doors of my garden ever open for you..

You never came and caressed a flower
These colorful flowers I saved for you...
You must be afraid of my shadows falling on you
Still my love does not hinder me...
from planting another rose...
...and another rose...
the red, the yellow and the blue...
all fresh in the morning dew..
and waiting for you...

By Rina

A secret it must stay
Sad blue eyes
if only to reveal
the fleeting moment
of unspoken thoughts
of unbridled love
all too soon to disappear
in a sip of an afternoon tea
and the lingering after taste
of a secret affair.

I walk miles to the nearest school
Barefooted, no breakfast, no money
Mom said go to school,  I won't be poor
Hopelessly poor like my old father

So I can't b like my poor father
I brave myself sitting in the last row
at a corner in the class
always with my head hold down
hardly my eyes meet my teacher's eyes
My teacher's voice
only echoes in my heart

I sweat I smell I am stupid
I am different
My teacher never comes near me
She said I have a pungent smell
Always telling me to take a bath
and shampoo my hair
Smelly ,***** she scolds
She cannot bear my ugly face

Other kids barely talk to me
I am of no importance they say
One smelly Semai boy I am
yet...
Strange I still walk down the valleys
cross the rivers and walk barefooted
I  come to school infact everyday
to face all the strange looks I received
just because I can't be poor
like my useless old father
who once was the famous hunter
the Semai tribe's warrior....

Here I am daydreaming
with my bow and arrow
Ready for my hunting mission
All these time I have been thinking....
How could I be like father
A great Semai warrior
If I have to stand outside  the class all day?

The teachers screams my name
SERMO!!! SERMO!!!
I don't even care to look
I throw my books
My instinct tells me...
The forest.. the forest..
Its where I do belong......

A litre of hot tears fall from angry eyes..
But never it reduces the fire inside of me....
If the heavy falling rain could fight the forest fire...
Why couldnt my tears do just the same...?
Just because I come out strong,
doesnt mean there is nothing wrong.
Smiling has always been easier to fake...
Rather than to explain the Burn in 0ne's Heart ???
Every tear is a sign of brokeness,
every silence is a sign of loneliness,

I always smile and shed a secret tear...
Wishing it heals my internal scars...
I went in the rain and i walked in the dark...
Who says water helps in putting of fire?
My eyes do not show anymore tears may be..
But in my heart is heavy downpour....
How come the fire is there .. its still there...

Its the fire burning inside of me ... its burning.. burning hot..
I wish each drop of salty tear would erase the flame....
For I promise myself would never to cry again.....
Would it be worth to shed a tear of mine ever again?

Each drop of a tear is precious ...then anything in the world
No one knows its true value for they ‘ve not learnt the pain...
I hide a tear and pretend to smile...
My body is trembling my heart is burning... .....
You wouldn't know how it feels...
To have to hide a tear....
Not until you have it in your own eyes for someone so dear..

I lazily closed my eyes...
My heavy paws on my head..
Stretching my body
Trying to relax and sleep
The world is covered from my view...
Let me dream please...
of my birth place in Africa...
Sick of people coming to see me
I am not a toy for display...
Today I am just a sleeping tiger...

A smiling woman
Sitting in silence
Creepier than a ghost
Scarier than a volcano...
Silence can be gold
Silence can be threatening
the most dangerous animal in the world..
A smiling woman
Sitting in silence

a snake slipped
slowly glides its slippery body
his eyes  in between the green green grass..
hissing fiercely..
looking for prey...

A buffalo snores
small and big birds
sitting on his back
relaxing entirely
and munching on his fleas...

as obedient as my cat
who waits for me at the door
and jumps to kiss my tired feet
from a hectic long day
standing at lecture rooms

as obedient as my cat
who climbs excitedly on my bed
and licks my feet again
at the break of dawn..
just to inform me..
"wake up silly lady...
Its time for a morning prayer"

as obedient as my Harry
who sits next to the praying mat
and patiently observes
and waits till a prayer is done..

What a sweet way  to start a fresh new day...
with an obedient four legged son called Harry
who is loyal and cute in his
own sweet way....

A sorrowful story to tell
Be strong... Be tough...
Promise... don't break down and cry
Perfect illusion of love
But why... can't you tell
The feelings...
like we are living in hell...
Faking love is a silent crime
An endless silent cry...
Deceived...
A never ending sorrowful story...

It's a speech I am giving...
To honor the guests
To welcome the participants
To appreciate them all

It's a speech I am giving..
Words from the bottom of my heart
My heartfelt gratitude
For all the hard work
finally fulfilled...

It's a speech I am giving
To honor great people
Talented people...
Awesome colleagues..
Whose supports and efforts
created magic!!

It's a speech I am giving..
To thank my amazing friends...
and HIM who is watching
and listening...
and continuously guiding...
and making things happen..

Standing on that extravaganza stage
Fidgeting ...
as I was rehearsing my speech that night
and thinking............
This is it....... CoLT 2013
We've made it possible...

I met someone at the airport
A stranger said Hi and smiled
I tried to avoid a conversation
I was so unfriendly I did not even smile

Later when I was in the plane
The stranger's seat was  next to mine
8 hours long journey
The silence was agony

Too proud of myself to say anything
Total ignorance, pretended he wasn't there
But he must have heard my tummy growling
He smiled and offered me muffin and drink
and again He said Hello...

Now you tell me I did right or wrong
for not talking to a stranger?

She doesn't look strange
Not at all dangerous
She's all sweet and smiles
So fragile looking
Could break her upon a scold..

Her body...
As light as a feather
Her moves...
As graceful as a dancer
Her face...
As innocent as a saint
So what is she doing in here?

In this freaking cold old cell
Surrounded with unfriendly walls
The lock as big as a bull's head
Total darkness during the day and night...
Nothing but paralysis in here..

What has she done so wrong?
to deserve this hell on earth?
She doesn't look harmful to me
She looks sincere and genuine..
Have I... have I been deceived by her sweet looks?
No..
I have this strong feeling
Something must have gone so wrong
Unless the prosecutors could prove me wrong
I bet this pretty woman in your prison
is more right that wrong....
Tell me what could turn
a purely innocent..
a sweet woman like her
into a brutal monster?

You come and go as you wish...
Like the whispering sound of the wind...
No  stopping again
No  going again
No  staying again
No Hello again..
No goodbye again..
Will I ever see you coming around again?
Just a heartless shrug...
Feeling so Annoyed...
Intimidated... As you wish....

A Syrian boy in a pool of blood
He cried in pain calling Mom and Dad
Today, again A bomb exploded,
The entire village disappeared,
Life built with blood and tears
vanished in a split  second...
This prosperous village,
... now a barren land.
Dreams of peace is shattered,
Dead bodies are scattered,
Lifeless....
Body parts are blasted...
The whole village on fire...
A massacre...
Perhaps the Syrian boy is still alive
His parents must have battled and fought
with all their might...
Sacrificed their lives for him to survive...
Mercy him, leave this innocent child alone
God will protect this  child
Let him live to tell...
How it feels when heaven turns to hell
Where is the love we used to have?
Where is the fairness, the peacefulness in life?
Have we stopped to search  in our hearts?
Put your hand on your chest..
Feel your heartbeats  .
Feel it in your heart
Love for mankind is in everybody's heart..
Tell me if you think cruelty is still worth...
God bless this Syrian child!!

The fierce looking man entered my home
Taking my baba, my mama,
My life
Continuously kicking, spitting on us..
I hold my brother close,
Whispering God's words
As warplanes return above our heads,
Darkness, light, explosions, destruction, screams, sirens,
One more, ten more, hundred more
Souls taken,
I squeeze tighter,
Continue to whisper
Allah please save us...
with hardship comes ease ,
One day soon,
The new green, white, and black
Will show his face no more;
I will bring home my gold medal
To a Syria free, free, free

My teacher comes to class as usual
She is the first to come, I mean
and she said Hello like she does everyday
and she smiles like she used to ...
What is so special about today then?
My teacher comes as usual, says Hello and smiles?
May be you guys do not notice
But I do...
Listen to the way she speaks now..
She has this weird kind of accent
Look at her smiles now...
ain't that usual friendly smiles...anymore
and she didn't ask us what we did yesterday too.....
Oh really? let's make her grin....
show your stupid face
see  what happen?
Oh No!
Our teacher had lost her teeth...

Met an old friend A
He says women are the greatest vocabulary
AWESOME , AMAZING , ARDENT, ARDAMANT
And Look what B has to say
BEAUTIFUL, BRILLIANT, BODACIOUS most women are
CHARMING, CALM, CAUTIOUS, COURTEOUS
Women are THE FINEST DIAMONDS in the sky
Complements D, DASHING, DEAR, and DILIGENT to be exact
EASTERN ELEGANCE, Western ELITES
ENERGETIC, ELEGANT, EMOTIONAL
E is right women are EXTRAORDINARY
FLAMBOYANT, FUN, FUNNY, FANTASTIC F says
Women are central FIGURE of FAMILY
G- GREAT, GRACEFUL, GENTLE
H- HAPPY, HELPFUL, HANDY
INTERESTINGLY some women are IMPATIENT

JOYFUL they are, K- head of KISSES
LOVING, LOVEABLE
MARVELOUS symbol of MODESTY
NEAT, NOBLE and very NICE
Women are pretty ORNAMENT

women are PRICELESS PRINCESS
Women are QUEEN
Women are RARE gift
main source of SURVIVAL the human being

women have true spirits of love

women are a peaceful UMBRELLA

women are the VALLEY of love

women are WONDERFUL WATER,

women are XOXO

women are egg YOLK, bad cholesterol but you eat THEM
last but not least

ZEALOUS women have great ZEAL

Here lies the body
of my twisted lover
in a pool of red fresh blood
killed him with my bare hands
ended his twisted life
What a bad romance
a foolish girl and a twisted soul
that foolish heart
had a foolish dream
A dream that is twisted .. could never be..
this coldblooded animal is breathless
a stupid mistake I made
scarred my emotion
my entire life..
bleed my soul , what a painful wound
Watching this devil dead..
I knew now I was broken..
just as twisted as he was...

As she chooses the flowers to decorate her bun
She chooses the petals, she thinks the best
She has to choose….
What would you do if you have two difficult choices to make?
What if both choices were equally important?
Whether to just ignore your people and lead your own life?
Or …to follow your dad’s footsteps and lead the country?
It was hidden in Aung San Suu Kyi’s life
She only had two choices to make and she finally made her choice
But she was kept in her house all alone
by the cruel Burmese military for so many years
But she still chose to save her people’s life
And made her father and ancestors proud
She is happy with her choice
Not because she was caught by the military
It is because she is one brave lady
The lady Aung San Suu Kyi has made the choice of her life,

In the other gardens
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!

Pleasant summer over
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The grey smoke towers.

Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!

The petal of roses
dropped one by one each day
They were all gone..
Dispersed..
Blown by the angry autumn wind...

Strange feelings
As I walked in the field..
No sounds of the crickets singing
No sounds of the birds chirping
Only the sound of the cold breeze...
Slapping fiercely on my face..

Today as I sat by the window
I witnessed the last leaf of autumn
fell on the ground...
and my heart began to sink...
Just a few more days...
Just a few more days...
I would be gone...
Gone with the cruel autumn winds...

When you are sad, I will dry your tears
When you are scared, I will comfort your fears
When you need love, my heart I will share...
When you are sick, for you I will care...
You will feel my love when we are apart
Knowing that nothing will change my heart
When you are worried, I will give you hope...
When you are confused, I will help you cope...
I am here now because I love you
I want to be with you forever and always..
My sad tears are all for you....
I vow I am waiting forever
for you........

He brings you candy
Your heart is melt
He portrays all good
Your soul is deceived

Arent you all aware?
Whenever he is around
The devil inside him
Hidden in white silky suits
All Praises and false promises
A mask of love , hidden agenda

To deceive your very soul
He sits and he waits
To devour you whole
Till You sell your soul

A wolf in sheep's clothing
The purest and the white
Covering all the filth
And the evils underneath

He sweet talks and seek
Whom he may devour
Symphatize not, emphatic may be?
But mostly to realize
The blood and power

Dont you want to know
The truth of this mask?
A wolf in sheep's clothing
The father of all sin

God is always fair and he always listens
Sins will be exposed , now or in the future
Then you all will see
Who is the real wolf in sheep's clothing...

A heart that loves greatly and nurtures,
weeps for others and prays.
All the while celebrates life  with joy
and dances before God who knows her,
loves this woman with a passion so GREAT,
not one tear shed went unnoticed.
Ever.

A writer’s lover needs patience..
She writes at any chances she gets..
Need to be on par with her intelligence...
She remembers all she hardly forgets...

A writer’s lover needs to be bold..
She loves to travel and to explore the world
Need to catch her quick and grab her in your hold
Before she decides to move to another part of the world...

A writer’s lover needs to be gentle
She has fragile hearts she breaks easily
Make sure she is the only queen in your castle
Tell her you only love her.. you silly...


D o you really want to be a writer’s lover?
Well.. She is really such a bore
Really need to think about it over and over?
Now close your eyes... she is gone .. not here anymore..