Thursday, July 14, 2011

Vulnerable Only For You

A knock at my door, rattling windows
Window panes wet with the rain
Is it you, my breeze?
My life's most loved refrain...
I am still the vulnerable me you once knew
Vulnerable at my weakest points, only for you.


Open are my doors, wide open the windows
The rain lashing hard at my face
Strong breeze, blow me away from myself
You are the rhythm of my life's pace
Do you remember the vulnerable me you once knew?
Vulnerable still, at my weakest points, only for you.


Left my home behind to fly out with you
Drenched in your rain, to dwell within you
Strong wind, you have weakened my inner depths
For long, my heart, has inside me wept...
Do you still love the vulnerable me you once knew?
Vulnerable always, at my weakest points, only for you.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

With

I want
With a little cloud in my sky
A drop of rain
A handful of mud
The earth damp, yet dry.


I want
With a drop of a spoon
A clink of the forks
A broken plate
Yesterday's leftover food.


I want
With a ray of the sun
A dazzling morning
A broken dream
The sound of my clock's alarm.


I want
With a walk around our place
A gentle tug
A warm hug
A smile on your face.


I want
With a bruise in there
touch
A feel
A mark left here.


I want
To leave
And, to live on
Forever,
With just you in my dreams...

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Who Am I?

I see a part of the world uncovered everyday,
The more I live, the more I see...a lot of human ways.
It's always a fight, a struggle, a war to breathe some more;
A struggle not with destiny, but a war with fellow folks.

Who says we are alone, the crowd chokes us so
Whom do I live with, whom do I lean on, a friend, or a foe?
A friend, a foe, they actually sound the same at start,
But, life confuses them in the end when everything falls apart.

Change is the key, to live more, to fit into this world,
There's no wrong, nothing right, change is the definite word.
There's no end to growing up, no end to suriviving with fellow folks,
We grow up to grow old, we change then, to grow up a little more.

Rat race, they call it, see that rat running past!
Stop, stop, I am a rat too, let me run faster first!
I stand in front of the mirror, eye in eye
I ask myself, "I wonder, who am I?"