Sunday, June 16, 2013

What is Love ?

Love is mystery, dark and deep.
It can give nothing good to keep.
Only some scars an plenty of weep
and a reason for an everlasting sleep.

It can wake you in the middle of night
to long you for that beautiful sight.
Helpless you will be alone to fight
to find out that there is no respite.

It can make yours a dreary life
to hurt as if you are cut by knife.
It will be a charming musical fife
along with an unending painful strife.


Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Born in February

Born in February

As you ring the bell for today,
I wish your troubles at bay.
Along the stars I wish to convey
a wonderful  happy birth day

Though there is no cake here,
but there is reason to  cheer.
The presents I have for you dear
where should I put is unclear

You told me your birthday I bet
in way so that I can never forget.
When you celebrate at this sunset,
Why I cannot see you is the regret.

There are things that I want to say,
even though you are not along my way.
I would like to remember this day,
when I am gone to other world and away.

Happy Birthday