HE

When the sun appears in the corner of my bed

and lit the darkness which I fear

I’d love to realize that someone is there

To Comfort..

Near me..

Watching..

When the Breakfast is served

and has strengthen my body

Someone will whisper and say it to me

Slowly..

Soothing..

Words I longed to hear.

And my day would be complete

For I know that someone would be there

Someone who would make me happy.

In this life where I live

In this world where I stay…

Soon He will find me…




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The New Year’s Book

In the beginning of an end

Optimism could help to start the journey

Without doubtful will and hiding eyes

Near the bridge we will see

Drops of water from the rain

Serve the source of life in harmony.

 

Just when people remember, it’s the end of a year

Of the time they’ve spent day by day.

And another steps are to be followed

Nothing to worry we should say

Nice things are to come our ways

Accepting the blessedness of the coming year- wholeheartedly.

 

Really, it matters to include our family

Open arms that we hug their presence

Speaking for love and thank you

Every moment is a healthy living of gratitude

And then in every road we walked; Away from harm.

Leaning on a warm wall of home.

 

Victory could possibly be..

As we expect in a New Year’s eve

‘ Relieve the sadness in every face

Alive and cheerful people

During each day- Every man’s day.

Owning the night, to prove that there’s no more than joy.

 

Since the time, which we don’t know

Hearing the noise we are tired of

Enough of the fight we made

Keep the sword of a worthy challenge, yet

Never play with its edge

Offer it to defend the life.

 

With the valor to forgive we shall rise

Shining! Until the next chapters unfold its page.

 

 

EVERYDAY IS A STORY

 

We might find ourselves wondering

Of the things we don’t understand

We might find ourselves crying

yet, we don’t know the reasons why

We might sometimes feel

How a heartache flooded our brains

Because the happiness still remain..

 

We might caught ourselves unaware

That we’ve done something we don’t want

That we are preoccupied

and which we don’t know how to survive

In the midst of despair we longed to reach a hand

Sometimes, others won’t realize-

Because we are to proud to let it show.

 

We might find ourselves afraid

We might find ourselves…

In a bed where we can’t sleep

In a chair where we can’t seat

In a car filled with anger

In a field…living a life,

Or in our Home gladly grown.

 

In any way we find ourselves

each day defines a story

A Book of Ourselves,

where we read our own and others as well.

 

 

Each page is our Everyday!

 

 

For the next chapters.. we welcome- 2011!

 

Happy New Year!