Thursday, February 12, 2009
WHAT TIME IS IT?
The time is measured or measurable period by which an action, process or condition exists or continues.
My definition is that it is far from the action in eternity. The time does not really exist, but in this part of eternity, we need a way to measure it. Right? OK. I'm too far there. I know.
Let me in this body, I had more time. But I do not. And I lost a lot of things. But it was my choice because I thought I had a lot of him.
I have great belief that I have no time for you but in all of them tell me that time is irrelevant. Although I should take this time to do something really good. I'm confused, you and me. Sorry.
I wrote two poems on the subject. I hear what you think about time. Let me hear from you even if you do not have time to tell me.
TIME TO ESCAPE CUSTODY
A few months here. A few months. A year or two or three. Time will escape me.
A decade away And every time I stay in this place to face this.
Nothing to show for it. Like sweeping dirt tank. My life is halfway done. Where did all the time?
A few months here. A few months. I did not. Better late than never.
Nobody knows
Each time I take a breath that I am much closer to my death. Each time I take a chance that I'm much more time to improve my life that I do know without a shadow of a doubt if this is when we leave. Grabbing all the happiness that I have assigned because that is what I have is all we have.
I will never be able to forget you
I will never be able to forget you
Stay in my eyes
Pack up in my memories
Be in my heart as my breath
Erase all the loneliness of me
I will never be able to forget you
Your smiles & your memories
You appear in my heart,
& after appearing you make me suffer
I always miss you
In the shadow of your hope
I forgot all my sorrows
By the sight of your eyes
Make my heart the fragrance of it
I will never be able to forget you
Your smiles & your memories
You appear in my heart,
& after appearing you make me suffer
I always miss you
I say this to me
I aspire only for you
Come into my arms
I am waiting for you since quite long
Holding my hand
Don't leave me alone
I want to live with you
I will never be able to forget you
Your smiles & your memories
You appear in my heart,
& after appearing you make me suffer
I always miss you
I say this to me
I aspire only for you
Come into my arms
I am waiting for you since quite long
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
This Season is So Filled With Love
This season is so filled with love
Still my heart is lost in loneliness
Now in those books
My heart no more finds the place
It is only lost in your remembrance
This season is so filled with love
When the sun goes down
I sit beside the tree where I met you first
Beneath this tree, some memories sing of
The love songs & an incomplete love story
Regarding one prince & the other princess
The young adults, they both use to come in the evening
The birds use to sing
Whenever they use to see them loving
Now neither the prince is there nor the princess
The memories are all what I have got
The heart finds no place even in the dreams
It is only lost in your remembrance
The window of this room speaks of the rain
When we use to spend time together here
But the moment you left terrifies my soul
Now when this season I will go for walk
I will be alone
The trees, their shadows, the leaves and the birds
would ask me about you
Where are you, they would ask me
Where's my love, they will ask me
What am I going to say
What the story is
Now our separation is written in our fate
Now in those books
My heart no more finds the place
It is only lost in your remembrance
When the birds go to their homes
On the sunset,
Can someone tell me why,
They make me suffer
I even saw the dream of my home
My love might not get lost,
I was scared of it
It is my story, my way is all
dark and alone now
You are lost, I figured it out now
Still my heart is in love with you
Now in those books
My heart no more finds the place
It is only lost in your remembrance
This season is so filled with love
Still my heart is lost in loneliness
Now in those books
My heart no more finds the place
It is only lost in your remembrance
This season is so filled with love...
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