I sound cheesy
I sound sly
but deep inside
I love you so much
Take my hand
you will feel safe and calm
Trust me when I say
That I love you so much
Look into my eyes
see what I am trying to say
Do not worry a bit
I love you so much
Lets run away
build our own castle
Lets Chase that sweet escape
Trust me I love you and like Cheese
Just read a blog post on cheesy songs felt like writing my own.. But I beleive its okay to be cheesy once in a while when you are in love.. this is for all the lovers out there.. and also to those of us, the heartbroken ones too...
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Your child
I am your child, looking up at you
With my heart in sorrow and pain
Cuz I do not know how to make you happy
I am your child can’t you see
I brought the stars for you
Laid on the table and asked you to look
“That’s not what I want”
So I cried and asked you to help me
I am you child can’t you see
Painted the world for you
Using colors of the world
You looked you laughed
Said I am so “childish”
But I am your child can’t you see
Made castle with dream and hope
Painted it with red
To show my love
You stepped on it
And now I am too weak to do anything
I am your child
Who needed to be loved by you…
With my heart in sorrow and pain
Cuz I do not know how to make you happy
I am your child can’t you see
I brought the stars for you
Laid on the table and asked you to look
“That’s not what I want”
So I cried and asked you to help me
I am you child can’t you see
Painted the world for you
Using colors of the world
You looked you laughed
Said I am so “childish”
But I am your child can’t you see
Made castle with dream and hope
Painted it with red
To show my love
You stepped on it
And now I am too weak to do anything
I am your child
Who needed to be loved by you…
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Falling for you..
To fall for you,
I tried hard not to
Yet I am weak
Standing next you
Listening to your breath and soul
Showing me the beauty of life
Asking me to smile with you
Can’t you see I am not doing so good?
I am falling for you
Alas, you are my best friend
I tried hard not to
Yet I am weak
Standing next you
Listening to your breath and soul
Showing me the beauty of life
Asking me to smile with you
Can’t you see I am not doing so good?
I am falling for you
Alas, you are my best friend
Monday, January 12, 2009
I sleep..
When stars are shining moon is smiling I sleep
When its dark and another world is bright I sleep
At rain, at mist summer winter hot and drought I sleep
When they laugh with happiness
When they scream of pain
I sleep
When you found your soul, or gave it to the devil
I sleep
Do not wake me
Egoism and coward-ness to face you
Are my sleeping tablets
So I sleep
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Sadness
I am sad
Not because you left me
Nor you are not there to make me feel all right
I am sad
For the love I had fir you
For the love that you never had for me
You never needed me like the way I did
All you did was, played your part in a theater
Yes, this is a selfish poem for you
For you left me oh so selfish
Not because you left me
Nor you are not there to make me feel all right
I am sad
For the love I had fir you
For the love that you never had for me
You never needed me like the way I did
All you did was, played your part in a theater
Yes, this is a selfish poem for you
For you left me oh so selfish
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Crossing the road
Came and stopped
Waiting, waiting and waiting
That man was not patient enough
Drew right past me.
She, with a child
Crossed without looking, both sides
They talking crossed,
And waved at the car
With smiles on their faces.
I am quite sure
The driver didn’t see that
Cuz he was too busy frowning
Cross, stop horn and cross
And I, still waiting waiting and waiting
Trying to figure out
What to f=do?
My mind just tripped off
Am I the driver?
Or waiting to cross the road?
Waiting, waiting and waiting
That man was not patient enough
Drew right past me.
She, with a child
Crossed without looking, both sides
They talking crossed,
And waved at the car
With smiles on their faces.
I am quite sure
The driver didn’t see that
Cuz he was too busy frowning
Cross, stop horn and cross
And I, still waiting waiting and waiting
Trying to figure out
What to f=do?
My mind just tripped off
Am I the driver?
Or waiting to cross the road?
Friday, December 12, 2008
My guinea pig for experimental food
As a kid I played house
It was a house where I was the cook (oh no)
Most of the food was raw,
Days old and mom just throw.
But my income was low
Hand to use then so.
But being the good host
I always boast
How good my food was
Yet needed a guinea pig of cause.
Had one person looking at me
Saw the innocent eyes that gleam
“There you go. My own guinea pig”
I just fed him my master chef wonder dish.
With awe of wonder with trusting heart
He just ate it and wanted some more.
Mom just came by, saw my experiment
Gave a loud cry and rush him to the hospital
“A rotten tomato is not that bad
And I am quite sure that he should be glad”
To get a sister like me
Who consider him as a guinea pig
And what the heck
You owe that to me
Since you and my brother who was just three
A real life scenario. I am sorry malli. For what I have made you eat. And thank you for baring all my mischief. He actually was three and I was four J
It was a house where I was the cook (oh no)
Most of the food was raw,
Days old and mom just throw.
But my income was low
Hand to use then so.
But being the good host
I always boast
How good my food was
Yet needed a guinea pig of cause.
Had one person looking at me
Saw the innocent eyes that gleam
“There you go. My own guinea pig”
I just fed him my master chef wonder dish.
With awe of wonder with trusting heart
He just ate it and wanted some more.
Mom just came by, saw my experiment
Gave a loud cry and rush him to the hospital
“A rotten tomato is not that bad
And I am quite sure that he should be glad”
To get a sister like me
Who consider him as a guinea pig
And what the heck
You owe that to me
Since you and my brother who was just three
A real life scenario. I am sorry malli. For what I have made you eat. And thank you for baring all my mischief. He actually was three and I was four J
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Change....
I need a change
As I felt like I am trapped in a cage
I need a change
From all what I was engaged
I changed my room
Painted in pink and blue
Changed my cloth line
It was colourful and light
Changed my hair, changed my whole appearance
Changed my favourite TV channel
Changed what I read
Hoping to have a new vision
Yet, I felt down and sad
I felt so trapped inside
Sad sad I felt so bad
What changes to be done?
To all that I have
Waita’minute
What am I doing?
I have being changing the whole world
Isn’t it that I am to change my looking glass?
Now the world is better as I changed my inner self
And the world is much happier
As I felt like I am trapped in a cage
I need a change
From all what I was engaged
I changed my room
Painted in pink and blue
Changed my cloth line
It was colourful and light
Changed my hair, changed my whole appearance
Changed my favourite TV channel
Changed what I read
Hoping to have a new vision
Yet, I felt down and sad
I felt so trapped inside
Sad sad I felt so bad
What changes to be done?
To all that I have
Waita’minute
What am I doing?
I have being changing the whole world
Isn’t it that I am to change my looking glass?
Now the world is better as I changed my inner self
And the world is much happier
Monday, November 10, 2008
Violin Lesson
I Love to play the violin
Near a lake with moon light dandling
For that I bought a brand new violin
Went for a lesson with a sovereign
I sat near the alter
Where I could see my master
He explained “Violin” character
Alas I saw all the torture
Hold the violin align with your chin
Stand up straight with no limb bling
Keep the fingers, each wire in
Draw the bow with all strength within.
My fingers bleeding
My knees trembling
And my poor poor chin
I felt I doing a sin (to the violin)
It’s a lapse I am doing to the violin,
Seems like a blunder to all who master the violin
It’s no good me trying to learn the violin
So I bid farewell to my Violin
Good bye my dear dear violin,
May be some other day I will do some dancing
Near a lake when moon light dandling
So now I must dance after learning
Near a lake with moon light dandling
For that I bought a brand new violin
Went for a lesson with a sovereign
I sat near the alter
Where I could see my master
He explained “Violin” character
Alas I saw all the torture
Hold the violin align with your chin
Stand up straight with no limb bling
Keep the fingers, each wire in
Draw the bow with all strength within.
My fingers bleeding
My knees trembling
And my poor poor chin
I felt I doing a sin (to the violin)
It’s a lapse I am doing to the violin,
Seems like a blunder to all who master the violin
It’s no good me trying to learn the violin
So I bid farewell to my Violin
Good bye my dear dear violin,
May be some other day I will do some dancing
Near a lake when moon light dandling
So now I must dance after learning
SunRay
She was walking down the street
With flowers in her hand
They were pretty and fresh and nice
She had them picked when it was sunshine
The SUN had its own plan, hot and warm
Sent his rays so fast and sharp
Her lovely flowers bent with his harmful flicker
They faded and didn’t look pretty, and she was unhappy
“What good these flowers are for me All faded an dead?”
She just threw it away and walked away from them
Flowers were pretty. Flowers were fresh
But now they lay a miserable death.
With flowers in her hand
They were pretty and fresh and nice
She had them picked when it was sunshine
The SUN had its own plan, hot and warm
Sent his rays so fast and sharp
Her lovely flowers bent with his harmful flicker
They faded and didn’t look pretty, and she was unhappy
“What good these flowers are for me All faded an dead?”
She just threw it away and walked away from them
Flowers were pretty. Flowers were fresh
But now they lay a miserable death.
Sometimes in life we throw away the most beautiful just because someone else harmed it. and We could have just protected it from happening
Why I forgive you?
Who am I to judge you?
If I am at fault myself.
I say you should do this
Yet you do what makes you feel right
Should I blame you?
And ridicule your idea and feelings
Let me wear your shoe
And lend me your colored glasses
Well, the picture is entirely different
Hence I forgive you.
If I am at fault myself.
I say you should do this
Yet you do what makes you feel right
Should I blame you?
And ridicule your idea and feelings
Let me wear your shoe
And lend me your colored glasses
Well, the picture is entirely different
Hence I forgive you.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Think out of the box
The original was,
Think out of the box
But all I want to do was
To think the shape of the box
So why not for a change…
Think out of a “ball”?
And go round and round
Think out of a “cone”?
And go round and up
Or think out of “something”?
And have no limits and boundaries
Just think free
Not the shape of the box.
Think out of the box
But all I want to do was
To think the shape of the box
So why not for a change…
Think out of a “ball”?
And go round and round
Think out of a “cone”?
And go round and up
Or think out of “something”?
And have no limits and boundaries
Just think free
Not the shape of the box.
How to say No
No means NO
Do you want more?
And I said NO
Why don’t you want more?
Because I don’t KNOW
Now there is another NO
Do you really think it’s NO
No this is not that NO
It is this KNOW
Well I don’t know about that know
And I know more No
No more know NO
I am just learning how to say NO
And you KNOW
Do you want more?
And I said NO
Why don’t you want more?
Because I don’t KNOW
Now there is another NO
Do you really think it’s NO
No this is not that NO
It is this KNOW
Well I don’t know about that know
And I know more No
No more know NO
I am just learning how to say NO
And you KNOW
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Procrastination – Work life
I sat and I thought
I will finish today
Cuz I was not there
To finish em anyway
I thought and I thought
Argued with myself
“What is important?”
“What should be prioritized?”
Coloured them in red
Those of importance and already late
Coloured them in green
What are good to GO!!!
Yellow, blue and pink
Sure gave the ART a kick
Black purple and maroon
Some colours I used
Today is the day
Yes end to my “pro-cras-tic” work style
Today I will finished them all
And feel high five
It looks so lovely with all colours and shades
I was proud of myself
So I stared and stared
Till my heart content
But alas then I checked the time
Its’ 5 o’clock, yup 5 o’clock
Its time to go, or I will miss the bus
Procrastination! Procrastination!! O Procrastination!!!
What about ending procrastination?
Well at least I thought
To end it today
And I am satisfied
Cuz I will end it ANOTHER DAY!!!
I will finish today
Cuz I was not there
To finish em anyway
I thought and I thought
Argued with myself
“What is important?”
“What should be prioritized?”
Coloured them in red
Those of importance and already late
Coloured them in green
What are good to GO!!!
Yellow, blue and pink
Sure gave the ART a kick
Black purple and maroon
Some colours I used
Today is the day
Yes end to my “pro-cras-tic” work style
Today I will finished them all
And feel high five
It looks so lovely with all colours and shades
I was proud of myself
So I stared and stared
Till my heart content
But alas then I checked the time
Its’ 5 o’clock, yup 5 o’clock
Its time to go, or I will miss the bus
Procrastination! Procrastination!! O Procrastination!!!
What about ending procrastination?
Well at least I thought
To end it today
And I am satisfied
Cuz I will end it ANOTHER DAY!!!
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Journey
Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus
Women talk, Men listen
Men talk, omen talk
Problems sorted
Or problems created
Men gives advice, women listen
Women gives advice, men are offended
A situation was created
To understand what we really want
A man loves woman to shut
A woman loves man to open
But when together
They do the opposite, and still are in Love.
Are men really from Mars?
And women from Venus?
Why is its o impossible to understand?
Why am I torched for being who I am?
Who cares where we are from?
As all we do is love each other
I like you and love who you are
And we will live on EARTH forever and more.
Men talk, omen talk
Problems sorted
Or problems created
Men gives advice, women listen
Women gives advice, men are offended
A situation was created
To understand what we really want
A man loves woman to shut
A woman loves man to open
But when together
They do the opposite, and still are in Love.
Are men really from Mars?
And women from Venus?
Why is its o impossible to understand?
Why am I torched for being who I am?
Who cares where we are from?
As all we do is love each other
I like you and love who you are
And we will live on EARTH forever and more.
Love is…
Love is happiness
Love is sunshine in the morning
Love is moonlight that bounce in the placid lake
Love is joy
Love is mystery
Love is breath of life
Love is pain
Love is heartache when you are away
Love is the breeze that whisper softly in the ear
Love is music
Love is hard
Love is my hero
Love is my weakness
Love is darkness
Love is a long road
Love is good
Love is being bad with you
Love is selfish and blind
Love is giving all you have
Love is sleep
Love is waking in the night and thinking about you
Love is breakfast with a red rose
Love is time
Love is money
Love is a dream that comes true
Love is real
Love is strong
Love is so fragile
Love opens your eye
Love is love
Love is you and me
Forever and most
Love is you and me
You and me is what love is all about
Love is sunshine in the morning
Love is moonlight that bounce in the placid lake
Love is joy
Love is mystery
Love is breath of life
Love is pain
Love is heartache when you are away
Love is the breeze that whisper softly in the ear
Love is music
Love is hard
Love is my hero
Love is my weakness
Love is darkness
Love is a long road
Love is good
Love is being bad with you
Love is selfish and blind
Love is giving all you have
Love is sleep
Love is waking in the night and thinking about you
Love is breakfast with a red rose
Love is time
Love is money
Love is a dream that comes true
Love is real
Love is strong
Love is so fragile
Love opens your eye
Love is love
Love is you and me
Forever and most
Love is you and me
You and me is what love is all about
What happens to our dreams? - A note
As children we dream
The impossible things that we dream
They come true in our imagination
We make it happen in our imagination
But when as it about to happen
We grow up and gain an education.
And what does this education tells us?
Stop dreaming start looking at the reality
And this education is something told by someone
But What if we didn’t listen
What was said to us?
We would still be dreaming
And make those dreams come true
Hence we will be happy for ever.
The impossible things that we dream
They come true in our imagination
We make it happen in our imagination
But when as it about to happen
We grow up and gain an education.
And what does this education tells us?
Stop dreaming start looking at the reality
And this education is something told by someone
But What if we didn’t listen
What was said to us?
We would still be dreaming
And make those dreams come true
Hence we will be happy for ever.
You and you
When you wrap your arms around me
I feel your heart
Your breath that’s warm
You smile I hear
But do you know
What I feel inside?
I feel so happy
So happy that it’s like I am in heaven
My heart beats so fast
Please don’t ask me any more
Cuz I really can’t answer
I am feeling the love
Please let me just feel it.
I feel your heart
Your breath that’s warm
You smile I hear
But do you know
What I feel inside?
I feel so happy
So happy that it’s like I am in heaven
My heart beats so fast
Please don’t ask me any more
Cuz I really can’t answer
I am feeling the love
Please let me just feel it.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Dream
Build a nest
Build a dream
Till it break Into three
Build the nest again
Build the dream again
Never give up
As life is filled with more dreams
There are no limits
No boundaries
All we have is to
Dream an endless dream
Build a dream
Till it break Into three
Build the nest again
Build the dream again
Never give up
As life is filled with more dreams
There are no limits
No boundaries
All we have is to
Dream an endless dream
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