Happy!

You do not believe you are beautiful
with those scars, those prominent dimples
But I do, I do think they have made you and more, dear
for those scars, are your passage to womanhood
for those dimples, are simple joy and hope of a child
And those attestations tell, without a single utter
What you have been through and through
to be what you are, a woman remarkable
more sure of what you feel and what you need
though doubts of your self you have still
as you convey that loneliness only you can feel
So.. here i am, so you can be, no more lonely, yes no more
so... i whisper soft these words so would you hear me
when you are ready to listen, my dearest happy
i, your admirer since the start of this; this story...

Remembering her

i remembered her
with her sweet smile
her dark hair left untied
her dimples prominent
and her eyes darker as night
i remembered her
walking carefree down the road
though alone her happiness so contagious
she had the best company of her own and so
 i remembered her
when days were dark and unhappy
that memory of hers cheered me up
lifting my spirit to that place
that place where hope pervaded
for a better tomorrow
and remembering her
i made myself breath a deep breath
in and out
relaxed
impossible nothing is
that thought flashing
continue i did
life
by remembering her

Fall

Remember
to forget
pleasure
the guilt ah
what a tragedy
one man can think
for himself without foresight
selfish man lonely man
so he feels so he makes another
another promise
of change to turn a new leaf
BUT there comes a but
that promise is a illusion
to be broken
to be stamped upon
for pleasure temporary
as long as it lasts what a heaven it is
and so the peak is reached but the fall
ah that fall the higher it was
the harder the crash back to reality
with the gravity of guilt
the life so is hell
though outside he looks same
though he is still a man in appearance
he feels he is not so
he is not so no he is not.

Deja Vu

As I wander in that garden
Where dreams are woven
By angels spreading their wings
Far above flowers
that offer feast for eyes
With perfume of nectar
An invitation silent
Broken only by music
In stupor I became breathless
as one can be... a mortal
amazed dazzled and all the thrills
tingling through the spine
so magnified my senses
so much stimulated i nearly fainted
nearly drowned ah it was a deja vu

Free

To be free
who does not want to be
be it a man a woman or a child
free...
free from worry
within which there is fear
of future that is to be
of past that tangles us in memories, best unremembered
and present where the mind mesmerized by them; future and past

free so we want to be
from...
the problems;  money success sex and life so and so
but unless we are free from ourselves
the perception of me that ego of self
where mind is attached to materials said easily
all efforts and time spent are naught
but a circle like a dog chasing his tail
with pleasure momentary of emptiness
and suffering even in company of loneliness
all is naught
until free we be from the confinement
that perception of self
then can we be
can we be... free, truly...

Too much

Maybe it was much
too much
to ask for that love
the love
only she could give
without conditions
it was much
too much
to ask for that love
the love
only she could give
with her presence
when i need it so
it was much
too much
just to ask
but... i did though refused
every day i ask for it
dear.. always
for i love you so...