We sure felt alot,
Sorrow, grief, guilt and a little of joy;
Each was a different experience, different voyage;
We were Humans,
Not of those who each day die,
Rather each day was a new life;
But one was differnt, wonderful emotion,
Unique, above all.Love;
Love made you smile,
Love made me cry,
Love made us guilty,
Love gave rise to all, fragile,
weak being, shortlife who changed us;
It was special,
A second in love became years,
And years loving you was a wonderful day;
When all was over, it was like nothing had happened,
But when I looked at you and you at me,
In the time of a heartbeat,
We felt that stream of feelings flow through us,
Yes, we once lived.

"What has happened?"
When the first is committed;
"What is happening to me?"
For the next five;
"I have to ge tout of this"
When you stop counting;
"What has happened to me?"
Trying hard to remedy;
"It is all over!"
Stopped for sometime;
"Not again"
When you fall back;
"Guess that's what I am"
Too much deceptions;
"..."
When next you fall;
"For their sake"
Now you know they don't count that much
"I have to get out of this"
A stranger's touched you more;

Human, being said to be conscious
living is defined by what he does
lifes are chenged by his choices
But how could I be called human
when all I choose seems predefined
when to me, the meaning of life is unknown
Conscious I am said to be,
but how could I be more unconscious
When the world's sadness fall upon me when a loved one dies
and unaffected I am when when million other's die each day
When, at eas I sit before my TV
as one's life, in an alley is taken away
I am human, I am called conscious, living and intelligent
But not more than a sleeping lion am I aware of the child who died at birth
Not more than a walking ant am I aware of a family's hope,
whose dreams are taken away before him powerless
I sure am conscious, of how little I know
that I live, only until I die
that I choose, until I have no choices left
That being human, is knowing
that my life is but existence
and my consciousness mere awareness
before what lies beyond the midst of life

I'd love to die and leave this world
all it's sufferings and countless conflicts,
where this silence doesn't make me feel lonely,
where time flies but nothing changes,
This, the wish of the unrealistic;

An evil mind as mine shall bring about nothing but sorrow
my taunted soul and selfish desires,
shall carry with me the torments of this world,
upon that peaceful world my lineage shall introduce chaos,
These, the effects of the weak;

First, toughen my mind, body and soul
to desire only that I need,
to accept sufferings upon me and the world,
rejoice about all good that happens,
let this silence be a chance to meditate,
awaiting our next encounter,
observe the world change and learn to accept that change,
This, the mind of the worthy;
One who accepts all lives simply,
how ironical life is,
for a soul worthy of that peaceful world, needs not to live in such a world.