Saturday, April 25, 2009

LOVE

I find you in my arms other night
While you were sleeping I was listening to you in quiet
It’s amazing how your breath falls in my ear to prove my ecstasy
How I know life without you will be incomplete serenity.

I am scared and so afraid to fall in love
Will you think I am weak when I tremble when I speak?
Without you I am like a fool
Look I am laying my heart in my hand for you..

I live my life like living in a snow hill
Where hasn’t been sunshine to touch my soft heart?
I lay down at night to find you in these stars,
I talk to moon about you and me.

I wonder if ever god has fallen in love and know the pain
I wonder if my lord ever cries and flinch away
I think he is unaware, that why he took away you from me
And told me to let you go.

I shudder and wake up to find that it’s only a dream
Only to find you more troubled and soothing me.
You do understand that I love you?
And don’t ever think I am unhappy with you..

Baby I know I am gonna be with you forever
You just seem to fit in my puzzles
When you kiss me, I know you love me
Somehow you took the world from my shoulders.

I see today standing in front of this faraway ocean
Only to feel you holding me tightly from the back
This gentle breeze playing with my curls, and
This moonlight towering above us,
To make us cupids in this play called love.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

A CRY OF A WOMAN

They say I am a complicated wreck
I am selfish and unsuccessful brat
I use them and I play them around
I am a rotten apple and a greatest clown.

They ask me if I have an aim
If I’ll be rich and a big tycoon someday
If I’ll ever leave home and pay back the worth of my stay
If I’ll be like other daughters and leave them today.

They punch my heart with their words
I have been a notorious girl
I can’t cook or sew the shirt
I don’t know how to quarrel with my servants

They said you are women
Your only job is to lay down and get beaten
You bible should be full of adjustments
You should reproduce and grow them

They said not to raise my voice
You should not stand for your paradise
You should get married and grow old
You should touch your husband feet and call him lord

Then I say I care less if you call me madwoman
I was send by god to be worshipped not condemned
I will cut my hairs and wear the paints
Just to prove my existence and be a freedwoman.

I will die as a martyr and will worship my own self
But I will not be a woman of exhibitions
I will also walk this earth as a sadist
To prove my worth in this man's world.