The Ache
I'm sitting alone and wondering why,
I met you and you became my life.
When you had to scratch yourself away,
Why did you bring those colourful days?
When you had to break them all,
Why did you make those promises fo souls?
When you had to leave me all alone,
Why did you make yourself my home?
I'm sitting alone and wondering why
I met you and you became my life.....
I know you saw those pity tears,
where loosing you was the only fear
rolling down my cheecks, my chin
when I knew nothing of your been.
I woke all night to see you return
And all I got was my hopes burned......
I'm sitting alone and wondering why
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for My Teacher
I knew I was alive, ‘cause I felt myself breathing
I knew I could walk, ‘cause I saw my legs moving
I knew I had feelings, ‘cause I could pity myself so much
For everything I was doing, I had done,
I would do that wouldn’t matter as such.
And then you came, my teacher
Introduced myself to me
Showed me, like every creature,
How different I could be.
And made me feel special
No cursed any more,
Believe in the power of my dreams
The limitless potential in my core.
Life, black and plain white
That used to be
Now with your eyes
I could see the red, the blue and the green.
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I Understand 'MAA
The day was so lucky,
So special of your life
The day you were given,
You became my dad’s wife.
No other than anyone
You too had so much hopes,
From your future, for your family
From the life that you chose.
But dad moved away,
You were left alone.
Dad had his problems,
You had your own.
The two of you never
Could build your dream home.
I understand “maa”, it pained
To let him go away,
To see your little world scattering
The feeling you don’t ever say.
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The void you left....
Some sundays when mumma baked cakes
With two spoons I'ld wait for my plate
For every bite of your share I'ld take
My eyes catched the empty chair beside laid.
Yesterday at school, a punk pulled my braid
Teased me in class, so embarrasing I felt
If you'ld be here, he'ld never have dared
To fill my eyes full, that no one cared.
This is not a list of complaints
Brother, I just want you to know
Having you, being unable to have you
My empty days, how it used to go.
My friends, they call me 'silence'
A someone who is unable to express
But whenever 'you' and 'I' are 'we'
'silence' is for you to address.
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Nothings Worth More Than You....
What went wrong
I'm still confused
You cheated, you lied
You had me all bruised.
I know you meant
When you said you do
Those vows, those promises
Your love was true.
Why did you go
And did what you've done
You made me snatch myself
From you and away run.
Here I'm alone in our room
Starring at the wrinkles of the bedsheet
That you've left behind
For me to stare and read.
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Sinless
The curves of life
Made me curly.
The time I should have
Stood straight, stuck to my morals
Rather I chose the easier way,
Principles burnt on the bundle of hay.
How I wished to follow Frost,
But 'the road not taken'
Remained untaken...
Action is tougher than words
But I could have done what I uttered
If this greed would not have
Crossed my way...
If I would not have
Been so concerned of my gays...
If my eyes could have
Seen anything else than my pleasures...
If my mind could have
Thought of anyone else than myself...
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Dependence
Standing on his foot, I first stepped
Holding on his thumb, I passed each cleft
I’m his piece, that my name reveals
Whatever I have, he has given me.
He’s who first saw me,
He’s under who I grew,
He’s my life’s pillar,
He’s without who life’s incomplete,
He’s who pays for my laughters,
He’s who escapes me from cruel slaughteres,
He’s my mom’s colourful world,
He’s who I can never give anything,
Except “thankyou(s) ” and “sorry(s) ”
And my truly true love,
He’s who bears all my drama,
He’s who I call “my papa”.
For everything I do
From writing to buckling my shoe
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