Always Something On My Mind

Remember those dreams, we dreamt as children?
Life was stretched out...as a colorful walk on the rainbow...
*sigh*
Did you really bargain...
for the life that we know?

All those nights, when we gazed at stars
When our dreams seemed to be so near us
And now, they just seem too far.

Life isn't a walk in the park,
Things will never come to us easy
and as days pass, everything gets drowned out...
We keep saying, "I'm busy!"

But why?

We keep saying, "Someday, things will fall in place!"
Tell me, what is the point of this race?
Because by the time I win it...

It will be time to say goodbye.

You get one chance at life.
Better do it right.

Write the story as it was meant to be written,
Enjoy the little things...
Allow yourself to be smitten

Dance when it rains,
Laugh when you are happy,
Drown out your anger and anguishes
Make time for love even if you're busy...

Remember the time,
when you wanted to go waltzing on the moon?

Remember the day,
you said you wanted another room?

Remember those times...you dreamed up as a child
Don't they seem now to be silly and wild?

As I look back, as my twenty years past...
I wonder how time went by so fast :-/
Life as I knew it ended in a way unkind...

and I look back to realize, there had always been something on my mind!!

ANOTHER WORLD

The world is asleep,

Cradled in Mother Nature's lap...

Only restless children like us

Are still awake.

As we talk to each other,

We think of ways

To calm ourselves down,

To feel the inner quiet.

Music...

that starts in the background

Soft, gentle notes

Fill up the the space....

As the notes emerge,

We close our eyes

And feel our souls transcend

In peace...

Away from the daily trials,

tribulations, the fights,

the petty details

that make life

Miserable.....

To a new place,

A whole new world...

Where there is just peace,

happiness

and music for the soul.

Such a world

comes into being...

only at this hour of the night...

Only when we let ourselves go

And only when the music

Takes control

over our tired,

ragged

souls.....

Mistakes of the Heart

When all the doors to the heart
shuts itself forever,
When there is no way to let
anyone in...

To allow someone to become
A part of my soul
It's tragedy.

Well then - not to me

I like the fact I have shut
the doorway
To my heart
For listening to it, has only
caused me pain.

It has made me suffer....where
words fail to express

So in the end - everything
was not your fault

But that of my HEART.

Peaceful Death

I never asked for things
that you could not give
In fact...
Still now I don't ask for
anything
That would cost you
more than LOVE

Waking minute,
My tormented soul
Fragments of the heart
Once it was whole....
With drops of red running rich

But right now...
Everything passes by it
I don't know what will happen
Or how or when or where
Life will take me now

I strain my eyes to see
the White Light
So that my mind can
transcend in peace
If it cannot be my heart!

Masquerade

The music starts,
We come forward
and I smile
As you take a bow...

Taking my hand,
You lead my through the dance floor
We glide along with the beat
Music fills up my soul

One beat faster,
The band plays on...
You twirl me around,
Me holding fast to your fingers

I can't keep the beat,
And nearly fall over you...
I look into those eyes of yours,
But your face I cannot see

Concealed it is,
behind that mask
for we are dancing
At a masquerade.

The music becomes faster again,
I swim in confusion...
And then it slows down once more
What's going on?

My feet moves in spite of me,
You are the one in control
I look deeper into your eyes
But the mask...it gets in the way

The music stops suddenly.
I'm gasping for breath, keep staring at you...
My hands stretch out
Just to unmask you

Yet, as if on cue
The music starts...
That part of the dance
When you switch partners

I can only stare
As you gracefully give me away
To another masked man
I keep looking at you

How you glide
With that same self possession
With your new partner
I grow impatient, wanting to be get back

The music changes,
I swing back into your arms
That moment is gone; however
When I could reach your mask

We keep dancing again
I keep biding my time
When I can unmask you
Find out the real person

You have become more aware now
You know I will be wanting to unmask you
So you keep on tenterhooks
Making me believe I am a step closer

...But knowing you,
That's a real mystery
Trying to unmask you
A task next to impossible.

The final verse, of the final song
The dance has brought us closer together...
You bend down over me
And my eyes scream, "Unmask your self!"

You push me far away from you,
Holding on to my hand...
Pull me back close to you...
I didn't understand

You begin the most beautiful dance,
Which I never knew my feet could carry
I am too shocked at this newfound talent
Am I dancing into love?

No, no, no
I scream in my head
Not here, don't make this mess
Never fall for someone in a masquerade

Love Story

They were classmates,
They were friends...
Spoke to eachother through messages,
phone calls, internet chats
Nights on end.....

Poured eachothers souls
Unto their own hearts
....Poor children didn't know
Where deep affection starts...

More than a few weeks,
But less than one year
The children felt the truth,
But it only brought them fear.

For you see,
Even though they were holding hands at night
He had a girlfriend, she had someone else
And they knew this wasn't right.

However love is love,
It cannot be ignored.
And when love comes unconditionally,
It cannot be controlled.

It is the sweetest emotion
Which the children couldn't hide
But to confess it, say it aloud
Would hurt their pride...

They knew their was something
Special they saw
But they also knew
It was against the law...

With time, however, emotions grew
The feelings couldn't be held in
They gazed into each others eyes
And knew it was just the beginning

She wondered if going away
Would do them any good
But he knew it wouldn't work
They'd just end up misunderstood

Time was supposed to heal
Time was supposed to help
Why do I love you so much,
The children cried to themselves.

Then one moonlit night
When the world was sound asleep
The emotions held back so long
Burst forth from their hearts so deep...

He looked at her and smiled
A special smile
He took her hand and asked
Her to stay awhile.

She had to agree,
She hadn't any choice
She tried to open her mouth
But found she'd lost her voice.

He gazed into her eyes,
And explored the feelings buried inside
She let him read her heart,
Her feelings, she could no long hide.

The boy felt weakness wash over him
He could no longer resist
He took her face between his hands
And planted on her lips the first and last kiss...

One sweet sin,
One moment of weakness
One night under the spell of love
Broke into a confusing mess.

She didn't pull away from him,
She returned his kiss crying; knowing this was the end
This was where they would have to part.
This was the end of her friend.

"I love you, Princess"
His words sounded full of tender love
Her heart ached, and her eyes shone
To hear these words - was he an angel from above?

"...But, we can never be one."
Her heart despaired, her voice full of bitterness
The fairy tale would be ending
At its very start for this Princess.

"I know, I know" he muttered,
Clinging to her; whispered into her hair
"But I'll alway be your friend, dear..
I'll always be there..."

For a few nights,
The girl - she wept
Then for a lot of days
She slept...

For only in her dreams
She found the comfort of those strong hands
Only in her dreams she saw the happiness
This world never understands...

And so they remained classmates,
They remained friends...
Talking, laughing, joking...smiling secret smiles
In memory of that night...
Until the very end.

Why Is Life Such A Bore?

This question sparked a poem from my friend:

Life is a pit,
Where you land up
Right after you are born
And no one seems to help a bit...

Salvation is all the way up...
And the clime ain't easy
All the fights and the other woes,
Makes you confused and dizzy...

Someone uses you
And you do the same,
Practically no end to this blame game...
And the best is,
It's all done in
God's name...

To this I replied:

Yet life would be beautiful,
If God's children learnt to be dutiful,
The tragedy of birth,
Can only become the reason for mirth,
If people purify their heart...
But they don't know, where to start.