Me, myself, you, and the night —
I will address my love to myself, and so will you;
I will call to the moon, longing for your embrace,
and walk down a few steps, to hear your voice in my heart, only.
No matter how far I have to go,
or whether I may not move even a step —
today, I will walk with you, and me, alone,
under this night, forever and ever.
Tag: English
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Under This Night
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I Want You to Be Me
I want to hold your hand till the end.
I want to love you till I breathe.
I want you to love me every second of life.
I want you with me in every phase of life.
I want to hold every tear, and make a pearl of memory out of it.
I want you to be mine — just mine — always, and always.
I want you to become my name, my fame.
I want you to read a novel to me, when I am old enough to lose my sight.
I want you to travel with me, to every corner of the world.
I want you to be me. -
Myself with Myself
With a silence of yours,
I sleep with my dreams;
with the end of the day, you —
I wake up, all for her.With a joy of yours,
I hear people singing aloud;
with an end of yours,
comes another day, to you.With every effort to understand you,
I surrender myself, deep into the darkness;
with every wonder of you,
it shines with the full moon, and turns magical.With every hour about you,
I am lost — of memories, and of mind;
with every cry of yours,
I lose myself, and become myself. -
Life is?
Each day of life is like a tide in the sea. We don’t know how big it is, or how destructive — but we know that at the end of the day, when we have crossed the tide, we are near the shore, where we can relax for a while, realize how far we have come, having achieved one more success, and prepare ourselves for another day.
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Two Swords
Soon a day will come, when the phone will ring,
and one voice will echo in my ear:
“Panda, I can’t take it anymore —
she talks too much,
she sneaks too much,
she cries too much,
she gives me competition.”Though I am not jealous,
I am a little scared of her;
and though I enjoy the madness with her —
how can two swords survive in one sheath?The voices will echo, and my brain will ache;
time will pass,
from evening to night,
from night to day.
Those voices are coming, from far away —
I can hear them coming soon,
I hear them whispering, soon. -
Same Day and Same Time
A season of colour and love,
time beading every moment with it;
some faces are a crowd now,
but still travelling in the time of the mind —
just like flowing water through a pipe,
I am ceasing my every dime,
close to heart and life:
the same day, and the same time. -
Day of Night
How do I handle this fear,
that trims away a part with every tear?
How do I cross my mind,
when I am swimming in a sea of time?How do I come to know myself,
when I know I am lost within?
How do I show my past —
just the pieces of a broken heart?What should I write about life,
when all I know is that it moves on?
What should I try to forget,
when I have seen myself become a past?Should I believe what I have seen,
or shall I try to live my own?
Should I mourn every day,
or bewilder my thoughts one night?
Should I note everything down,
or shall I forgive, and forget?
Or… should I just be doing it? -
Jealous of Your Smile
Nature is jealous of your smile,
the sky is blind to see your shine,
the wind is bound to drive your hair,
and time is flowing slowly —
just to keep your smile. -
To Be or Not to Be
I would rather cross my mind,
and travel, alone, all of mine;
or behead my day, so full of head,
and, a day or more, live my life…I carry all my deeds,
and the beads of my hate;
I whisper words of shed,
and expect my own side…To the lonely night and day,
I dare to love once again;
travelling all myself, an unknown way,
I recall some of the lost rain.It is turning to summer, for a change,
and I glance back for a familiar face;
but I witness myself in a crime of dilemma:
to be, or not to be, a part of this life again…