Power of love....

Painful moments fill everyone's life,

Fear and sorrow waiting at one end or the other,

But the power of love can overcome,

The shadows of sadness, forever,

The gentle touch of love,

Can heal the wounded heart, free it of pain,

The spirit of love, is what picks you up,

Teaching you to live again,

The immense strength of true love,

Of innocent, selfless, tender care,

Is what holds people together,

Making things looks nice and fair,

So don't forget to hold onto love's ropes,

When life tries to pull you down,

For when all is lost, love will give hope,

Love is, what will lead you on!!!!!!!!

Raindrops....

The raindrops trickle down on me,

They have their own story to tell,

They strum at the strings of my heart,

And make a new story dwell,

To some, rain brings pain,

To some, it brings joy,

For some, it's a reason to celebrate,

For some, a shelter to cry,

But for me, rain brings hope,

Of new dreams, new beginnings,

Washing away the painful past,

And wiping my slate clean,

And as I sit down to write my story,

The raindrops trickle down on me,

Clearing away all the dust,

Creating a clean tomorrow, for me to see!!!!

My moment of bliss!!!!

The cool breeze blowing through my hair,

I lie, wondering, in my chair,

The enchanting smell of rain soaked earth,

The tiny birds joining in my mirth,

I smile to myself, enjoying the moment,

The sweet air with its beautiful scent,

Everything looks so miraculous around,

Like heaven on earth, I have found,

Everything's perfect today, nothing's amiss,

The perfect moment, my moment of bliss!!!!

SCHIZOPHRENIC!!!

People say you don't exist,

But stranger you haunt my soul,

You creep inside slowly,

When the deep dark night falls,

You light that tremendous fire,

Which warms me deep inside,

And whisper slowly into my ears,

And then just go and hide,

You make my body tremble,

And crave to be with you,

And I keep searching all night,

Till I see the morning's hue,

I sigh, I cry, I mourn,

One more night without your touch,

Oh stranger, tell me why,

Why do I want you so much?,

People say I am crazy,

But I know you'll be mine some day,

I am no schizophrenic,

Or whatever else they say!!!

I won't change!!!

I shall stay the same,

You have no right to change me,

For there's more to me,

Than you really can see....

Go ahead and do what you want,
I don't give a damn,
Doesn't really matter to me,
Because I am, what I am....

I am good, I am great,
And I got the power, to shape my fate,
And if you have failed to understand me,
I feel really sorry for you, mate!!!

Broken, battered, smashed and shattered,
But still holding onto what is right,
I'll take the pain, but I won't change,
I shall stand tall, and fight!!!

So, go torture someone else, buddy,
Because it's not going to work with me,
I will continue to fly, am a free spirit,
And shall remain one, eternally!!!





go on now go, walk out the door, just turn around now, 'cause you're not welcome anymore...!!! - Gloria Gaynor

When Santa came....

Every year on Christmas eve,
The little girl stood in her tattered frock,
With tears welled up in her eyes,
Holding her empty tiny sock....

Santa never got anything for her,
No chocolates, no toys, no books,
All she did, on each Christmas eve,
Was cleaning floors and dirty nooks....

Her heart pined each time,
For gifts, colorful and bright,
But she never got anything, poor dear,
Though she stayed up crying all night,

This year was no different,
She sat alone in her room,
The mistress walked in, uncaring,
And handed her a broom....

She could take it no more,
She threw the broom and ran to church,
She knelt down with folded hands under Jesus,
Her innocent eyes, still in search....

And then he entered from somewhere,
And took her in his arms,
She looked up, all of a sudden,
And saw him, smiling and calm....

He took her to a lovely place,
Gave her a new home,
Jesus had finally answered her prayers,
Today her Santa had come!!!!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!

Blessed or Cursed?

Blessed with eyes, but no time to stop and stare,

Blessed with ears, but kind words are just so rare,

Blessed with a voice, but cannot sing the heart's song,

Blessed with a mind, but no control over the wrong,

Blessed with legs, but gates closed everywhere,

Blessed with hands, but few to hold onto and care,

Blessed with a heart, that keeps getting hurt,

Blessed with so much, but is it all really worth,

All the pain?, my question unanswered,

Are we really blessed or cursed?