Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Our LOVE Is Here To Stay

Whisper a few words in my ears,
Fingers tingling of my feet,
Foot tapping music here to play,
Drunken people on the street,
And I grab a hand below me,
Sending shiver down my spine,
Our love is here to stay,
And baby you ever smell the same,
Eyes of mysteries and shadows,
We dance till the night turns away,
And the air never felt the same,
Till it whiskered past your shoulders,
Tingling my senses in every way,
And baby our love is here to stay,
Words of love never felt the same,
Till they took a sip of your lips,
And drunkenness overshadowed my senses,
Two pairs of slippers left at the doorway,
Cold sleepy stone steps never felt this way,
And tonight our love is here to stay,
And the feelings felt for you my love,
Will never be felt for someone else again,
As there is no other woman on this earth,
Who makes me go nuts every second,
And I may never feel so insane again,
As madness was a habit never diagnosed,
And doctors said it’s too late my son,
Tonight your love is here to stay,
And the hospital left their belongings,
At the door way and danced away,
Into the night of dreams and love,
And love in this world is here to stay,
As hate may never feel the same again,
You and I shall live the dream again,
And baby our love is here to stay,
And people need some love,
To be the same like they always did,
This world may never feel the same again,
Baby, our love is here to stay.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Wishful Thinking

When did wishful thinking,
Become a memory of my dreams,
And the longing for the loved ones,
With time and grains on the surface,
Eventually and actually never seized,
But the space in between the surface,
Kept staring at me for eternity,
And the wishful thinking never did breathe,
But the whispers of dreams still haunt me,
When I sleep and the fear creeps over me,
And reverse psychology never worked,
Living a dream again never becomes reality,
And once destined, forever becomes a wish,
And the bridges of thinking collapse over it,
But the pain resurfaces never begs to seize,
Like a wound that never actually wants to heal,
But reminds me each and every day of failure,
Etched all over the surface of tranquility,
I wish someday the thinking would seize,
And dreams would break into a million pieces,
My reflection broken and buried million pieces,
Wishful thinking once becomes a reality,
And I may live that dream for a while now,
In reality after all I’m a human being,
And the heart beats never meant to please,
But crave for that wishful thinking all over again,
And the dreams are no more than reality,
And the reality is no more than an unseen dream,
But actually felt and lived in totality,
And the human heart was never meant to please,
And the shattering of dreams may never seize,
And the human heart was never created,
To live in peace.