Good things in life.
Are there any ?
If there are where are they hidden ?
In this world where your father is misery,
Mother is prejudice and your
Sibling is vengeance;
How can you find good things in life ?
How can you, when a child cries not for hunger but for power;
How can you, when a lover cries not for the loss of love but for the loss of lust;
How can you, when a mother cries not for child but for her jewels;
How can you find the good things in life ?
I thought you’d loved me
I thought you were my friend
Ooh I thought you’d actually be there for me
As you said when I poured out my heart for you.
But alas I was nothing but a fool.
Not for trusting you,
No, not even for loving you.
But for believing that I could be ever loved.
As the clock struck twelve,
The midnight of 31 flashed before my eyes
And I remembered.
I remember the warm embrace, the gentle care
And the sweet lips.
I remember the smile that could heal,
The words that could inspire,
And the kiss that could cure my soul of darkness.
My apologies for being a bitch,
But that’s who I am without you.
But all in all,
I was, am and will always love you
Forever and one.
How luxurious is life?
Bottling up our feelings,
Thrashing our fantasies,
Breaking our dreams,
Spreading makeup over abuse.
When just a snap from a suspending rope,
Can give us the wings of liberation.
The shadow crawls up to me,
Engulfing my very existence;
And I ponder upon this thought
Am I ever free?
The everlasting shackles of materialism
Keep me bounded,
Keep me contained,
Keep me enchained,
But alas my spirit is free.
Soaring high but yet not liberated
For there is the human bond that’s inhuman
And the sole reason for miseries.