What I Want From Life
Nothing More Than A Smile

For A Week
But Life Shows Me That I'm Weak
To Have A Smile For A Week ...

Very painful
Its is not that i felt for which she doesn't like me
But i felt for which i doesn't know that for this long time

I miss her
Even i doubt once that she doesn't like me
But i convinced myself that she will like me on one day

But when my well wishers  told me real fact i was stunned
Because   I too know that but  my false convincing heart died
Still my heart likes her and wants her

But I Don't want her
Because i never want love to be begged

All these painful words never means that
She was bad or rude

She was absolutely
good
kind
nice
and lovely...

All these qualities
made or force me
to love her still

She says"I DON'T WANT HURT YOUR FEELINGS"
But how can i hurt her by my mad love..

As the moon kissed the ocean,
Her lips on his,
She's Cold like the moon,
His heat, like the sun.

His light on her made
Her bright, Her imperfections fade.
Moon and Sun.
Perfect example of
Made for each other.
Yet far from each other.
One comes, other has to go,
They can't be together.

His heat of lust burned her.
She is not cold like moon anymore.

She is learning to become one
Like him, she seeks for revenge.
Giving the light, like him in the day.
She's with the stars.
He is alone.
In heat of his own, Burning.
Hiding his light behind the clouds.
Just for a glance of her.
She is nowhere to be found.
She is gone in the darkness of the moonless night.
Forever. She is gone...

~~
Then, if ever, is the red color grows fade
The petals of red roses drop
If the birds don't sing any songs
And even a butterfly doesn't
Play on a purple flower

If the mistake happens in the rain
You 'll not cry
You can't be afraid of thunder
They will cleanse you

And when I am gone
Forgive me, but the melody in the air
You will come, playing in the garden,
Dance with the lost grasshoppers

Any yellow day when red flamboyant will be bloomed
Will have to take off your colorful sunglasses
At the very noon will be floated on the Cuckoo's love song
Again and Again it will prove your arrival,

O' Spring

You'll be the very white sky after rain
Will bloom red hibiscus
On that gilded day  
Red flamboyant 'll be loved with yellow flamboyant

Patched up with melody and words
Will be made new Songs,
New Poetry,
With the yellow flowers tune

Then again,
You 'll not  sing a song of despair,
Not even a song of hiatus,
Will sing the Songs of Joy,
Stir in the way of dreams,
Mating

Back to again and again
I 'll come back to you
Both 'll make a love  
For the creation of a new life
~~