Diamonds used to be girl’s best friend
But since I found you it has changed
My diamonds are in your eyes
My diamonds shine through your smiles
Nothing is alike because you show that you care
Even when I feel the pain, you still make me cheer
Looking back to the time we didn’t know each other
We would day dream and wish the other would be there
Until when you rang the bell and I opened the door
I rejoice indeed that I let you into my world
You make my heart flow like a river by day
You make my soul free from loneliness through everyway
I believe in you as everything you do look so good
If this is love, I want it forever for it is true
It took me so long to realise your love was real
It took me some mistakes to look and see
No matter how long you always stayed near
Your promises were as roses but without thorns
I met many who made the same only to find out it was mere words
How did I come to be so blind and impatient?
Listening to your heart beats, I would have understood
No one is close enough now to make me feel as you do
I can’t rub balms in your wounds as I would love to
Is this all lovers suffer before they finally see the sun
I owe no regrets because you taught me never to regret
You trust your heart on me as if without fear
Don’t you know it is a joy to have someone like you?
Believe me, I have searched far and I have found known like you.
Now that I have found the love I needed in you
I would give myself the transparent rope in every of my tunnel
My dreams would be exclusively yours and my reality would be you
Though the stars shine at night, I need only your presence to see
And when it is noon, I would beg the sun to leave for you to come in
The hottest flame, one that is inextinguishable, one that last forever,
I will kindle to burn every second, every minute, every hour
I will stop any rain that attempts to turn it into nought
No mountain would be too high or unreachable still
When there will be no words to say how I feel, I will work it out my own way
You will understand because your heart tells my heart you already know
When I cry for you, be happy because I cry for love
The love you give is enough; the one I will give to you will remain
When the time comes when sugar tastes bitter
I would transform it into honey and make it sweeter
And when my face wrinkles and unfamiliar to your eyes
I would make it smoother and loveable for you to forever admire
And when you have no more time to drop those delicious kisses
I would wake up on time and wait long enough to have my treats
And when our nights become too short for the long stories
I would add another 24 hours in other to have you still.
Friday 24 July 2009
Thursday 16 July 2009
you know?
As I lay on my bed last night.I just didn't want to think much but I wanted to think of a precise thing.I wanted to sought out some little inconveniences in my rosy life.Yeah even roses have thorns.I just wanted to understand why life was so complex.I knew it was because my vision was limited to the present however I loopholed into my lifeless memories and intelligible reasons to justify the ravishing ugliness of our world.yes the world is ours. Not only for the rich minorities who cry "save our planet"on top of every roof as if they know anything about "our planet". All they know is gravitational forces and other explainable factors but if I ask them how the world was created they will start jabbing again. With their big bangs or what so ever...For how long are we going to suffer these foolish philosophers and blinded scientific to tell us how to go green?Do I have to turn to green to have a balanced environment? Do I have to sell my car to save the Antarctica from melting? Wasn't it water before becoming ice? For heaven's sake, I need someone to beg the media from corrupting "our" children's' mind.They create, formulate and throw the truth into the bin.How do they want our children to save the world if every truth is thrown into the nearest gutter...and even more economically based?Can't we go for moneyless truth?
Again,last night, i thought about the people i once knew.Those people i used to share my happiness and sorrow with.They are no more the same because as we all know change is the only constant thing in life. As a young adult, i adopted the half truth which says that time was on my side, only to grow up and realize that i never had time to do all just what i ought to do.And, enough time to do enough but i could have done more. I t is so heartbreaking to think about those people who truly sold your love for a pot of porridge. When i think about my naivety and blindness, i can't help but to feel this paralysing tantrum of fear.I wonder what type of persons i would face in the future. We are not perfect? But believe me some people give the impression that perfection is possible.what does it mean after all to be perfect? Isn't it a way to escape responsibility by saying"sorry but nobody is perfect". I find that excuse the most deploring and pathetic.Which is better? The one that lives above it's limit in perfection or the one that proudly claims it as a title and a justification?
We all know how it feels to be broken hearted. By that someone who used to be a friend, a lover or just an idyllic imagination of goodness. We know how long it takes to get over "our favourite music" or "our favourite spot".We filled the days following the aborted relationship with what it used to be.The truth is that we are experiencing the effect of change. Even if we are convinced about the decision we made, to quit that person, we are sometimes still attracted to the past. Why is it so? Why can't we forget those injuries (LOVE)and headaches(LOVE) that we felt in the company of our once beloved? Why don't we just accept the fact that some snakes do live under green grasses ,that they are not easily recognised. Then this brings us to question about forgiveness.Is forgetting forgiveness? Is accepting forgiveness or is forgiveness not only an act of resignation. We abandon the story for another one. How hard it seems sometimes to forgive! It looks like some mountains we admiringly gaze at but undoubtedly refuse to climb.I hear very often"just forgive" who said to ere is human and to forgive is divine? Are we humans searching for divinity after all?
Nonetheless it is devastating to see the effects of long kept malice and contention. Personally, i know that hatred is just another way to escape one's responsibility. ours is to love and nothing less. It consumes your energy. It shortens your vision. It makes you look less important than you are. It makes you feel so small. Small in size and in value. Hatred has never been a solution to any problem I would rather consider it as a problem itself.The comfort that forgiveness brings is everlasting. It is just like the spring after a hot summer.try and imagine the relief, to see the one who hurts you bringing a smile on your face.
I still wonder if offences are not imagined by those who claim pride.i mean that sometimes we find offences where there are none.why should another decision hurt us if we intrinsically know that we knew nothing about it?why do we cry when another makes a very foolish decision?you would say that is love.i do believe it is love but we should never forget that love like every other virtue needs to be merited. Another thing that bothers me much, not only presently, not to talk about our the psychological well-being but also for the future generation, is the use we make of the word "love".
oh, how disastrous are the many counterfeits of this word. It is so hard for some to see with their human eyes. They see but they are blind.I am not only terrorized but also hopeful because I believe that within every soul there is a conscience, you know that partial judge that condemns us far more better than anyone else. I believe that can help us discern between that love advertised by the media and the other that only exist in the private mansion of our heart.Well, I am not going to abandon the fight for love even if most of them turn out to be masquerades of vices.
Again,last night, i thought about the people i once knew.Those people i used to share my happiness and sorrow with.They are no more the same because as we all know change is the only constant thing in life. As a young adult, i adopted the half truth which says that time was on my side, only to grow up and realize that i never had time to do all just what i ought to do.And, enough time to do enough but i could have done more. I t is so heartbreaking to think about those people who truly sold your love for a pot of porridge. When i think about my naivety and blindness, i can't help but to feel this paralysing tantrum of fear.I wonder what type of persons i would face in the future. We are not perfect? But believe me some people give the impression that perfection is possible.what does it mean after all to be perfect? Isn't it a way to escape responsibility by saying"sorry but nobody is perfect". I find that excuse the most deploring and pathetic.Which is better? The one that lives above it's limit in perfection or the one that proudly claims it as a title and a justification?
We all know how it feels to be broken hearted. By that someone who used to be a friend, a lover or just an idyllic imagination of goodness. We know how long it takes to get over "our favourite music" or "our favourite spot".We filled the days following the aborted relationship with what it used to be.The truth is that we are experiencing the effect of change. Even if we are convinced about the decision we made, to quit that person, we are sometimes still attracted to the past. Why is it so? Why can't we forget those injuries (LOVE)and headaches(LOVE) that we felt in the company of our once beloved? Why don't we just accept the fact that some snakes do live under green grasses ,that they are not easily recognised. Then this brings us to question about forgiveness.Is forgetting forgiveness? Is accepting forgiveness or is forgiveness not only an act of resignation. We abandon the story for another one. How hard it seems sometimes to forgive! It looks like some mountains we admiringly gaze at but undoubtedly refuse to climb.I hear very often"just forgive" who said to ere is human and to forgive is divine? Are we humans searching for divinity after all?
Nonetheless it is devastating to see the effects of long kept malice and contention. Personally, i know that hatred is just another way to escape one's responsibility. ours is to love and nothing less. It consumes your energy. It shortens your vision. It makes you look less important than you are. It makes you feel so small. Small in size and in value. Hatred has never been a solution to any problem I would rather consider it as a problem itself.The comfort that forgiveness brings is everlasting. It is just like the spring after a hot summer.try and imagine the relief, to see the one who hurts you bringing a smile on your face.
I still wonder if offences are not imagined by those who claim pride.i mean that sometimes we find offences where there are none.why should another decision hurt us if we intrinsically know that we knew nothing about it?why do we cry when another makes a very foolish decision?you would say that is love.i do believe it is love but we should never forget that love like every other virtue needs to be merited. Another thing that bothers me much, not only presently, not to talk about our the psychological well-being but also for the future generation, is the use we make of the word "love".
oh, how disastrous are the many counterfeits of this word. It is so hard for some to see with their human eyes. They see but they are blind.I am not only terrorized but also hopeful because I believe that within every soul there is a conscience, you know that partial judge that condemns us far more better than anyone else. I believe that can help us discern between that love advertised by the media and the other that only exist in the private mansion of our heart.Well, I am not going to abandon the fight for love even if most of them turn out to be masquerades of vices.
Wednesday 15 July 2009
message to my followers and friends
I want you all to know that I am an amateur of poem writing., I know that it is what I love best and the most sublime of art.I would love you, to not only read what I write but to also join in as a friend. Because your counsels and support would be so helpful and would determine what this blog would become.thanks.
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