What If ?

What if the sun would never set,
and the night would never end.

What if the world would come to an end,
and you still have some things left undone?

What if I told you, I will be breathing my last today,
that you would soon see the last of me...

Will you forgive all the crazy things I've done in your name?

The answer remains unclear and uncertain.

A Tryst on Valentine's Day

The swan glided above the calm waters.

It slowly brushed and stroked the surface.

It gasped anew, entwined - it hovered,

and basked in exquisite, tremors of graces.

Ah, the pleasure that love brings,

In wanton desire I sing,

satiated with the juices of love.

I soar to the skies above!


Photo by Life is a wonder

The Perfect Lady

This is an entry to the song-writing contest at Helium.com. Unluckily, I lost, lol...but it was fun composing it.


That gorgeous lady standing over there,
Yes, that's my wife, I swear.
She looks young I know, but she's over 42.
She's my inspiration you see,
The guiding star in my life.

She believes in me.
Even when others cease to be.
Her sunny side-up-eggs are not perfect.
My shirts, she can't even iron well.

The dirty clothes are all in one deck.
She gets all weepy watching soaps,
Afraid of the dark and creepy shadows,
she screams when she sees a harmless lizard.
And goes all mushy when she reads a book.
But mind you, this lady is mighty swell.

I love her just the way she is.
An angel from above who made life worth living.
I'd give up everything if she continues to exist.
But now she's sick on my bed and it's time to repay.
The love she unselfishly shared with me.

Coda:

Have you ever met a perfect lady in this lifetime?
I did, she's my friend, my lover and my wife.


A person is perfect for you, as long as you love her, no matter what her imperfections are.

This Life

This life:

Adrift on the waves of my ambitions;

aspiring to succeed, to be wealthy , to be popular.

I brave the storms' onslaught and faced

all turmoils, pain and misery.


This life:

At last, I am here at the banks of success,

my cup is overflowing, my name emblazoned.

I 'm drunk with fame and fortune,

all the transient things within my reach.


This life:

It's coming to its twilight stage,

the luster is dwindling, the echoes

of applause disappearing in the distance.


This life :

It's meaningless, I realized,

lived for myself, it's nothing.

Lived for others, it's something.


This life...



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