I wish I could take all your pain, and fill that place with happiness.
I wish I could fly you so high, you’d never feel scared of the height.
I wish I could love you so much, you’d never know what hate is.
I wish I could take you so far, no one would know who we are.
I wish I could bring heaven to earth, to show you what you deserve…
Tag: English
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I Wish
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Somewhere I Belong
I am leaving behind memoirs at every step;
some are known, and loved,
some are helpless, like feathers of cloud,
and bewildered, like my dreams at night,
and lonely, like my day without you.
But I am stepping forward, every day —
lost, and left behind, but stepping, to where I belong… -
Gazing Life
I recall my life, and reckon it through its flakes;
I have come so far, in an exile of time and its frame.
Not the plain I have come through,
not a bed of roses I have laid upon;
not the shelter and comfort of the beheld and safe,
not fearless of loss, or of weakening dreams,
not loved and cared for, all the way — but
I find a tranquillity when I look back at time.I step forward, and watch myself run afar,
to reach the end I always admire;
but the trees left behind, the shadow of them —
be they lovers or friends, I hold them still.
And in the nostalgia of time, I whisper my lonely words:
“Wish you were here, to complete this journey.” -
Every Time
And I see her every time
I close my eyes;
I hear someone whispering of love,
I see the bird, and the sky.I see her every time
I see nature smiling,
a mother caressing her child,
a father holding his daughter.And I see her every time
it is raining;
I see how the cloud takes over the sky,
I see time clicking away.And I see her every time —
when I think of love,
when I dream of life,
when I feel myself lucky.And I see her every time… life.
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Real Face
A face upon a face,
we wear a new one every day;
I cry today,
I laugh today —
contextual, sensual.
But every day, I gain a new face:
I hold my fear,
I behold my thought,
I scare my own life,
I hide my tears,
and wear one upon one,
and say, “life moves on.”The longer I go and come,
the farther I close off my thought;
but again, on one more night,
I wear another face —
secluded, and scared;
hideous, and gorgeous;
lame, and shamed.
And with the night, I put on my real face. -
Lost Night
A glimpsed day, and its thoughts;
dreams, and the far reality of life;
someone to know, and to love,
someone to call, and to cry to,
and one to call your own.Sheared eyes, and time,
seeking for the one that’s lost;
to the past, to the future —
something to remember, and to forget,
something to hold, and to let go,
and one to keep safe, inside… -
Random
What I thought was past — my desire, my long-dreamed day —
it was an awful waking, to a night of endless chase and pain…
I borrow my own time, and run a battle —
to fight with whom?
I shall surrender my soul;
I wear no shell for you to protect me,
but I tear open my wounds, to love myself. -
One Arm to Hold
How long I chase my dreams, only to find them void;
how long I travel alone, on the path I aspire to;
how far I go, alone, with one lost reach —
and by the evening, I wake to my own night,
through and through my own pain…And by the morning, I want to wake holding one arm,
and smile with you, for the rest of my life. -
Lasting Memory
I used to glance slyly, from beneath my drawing book,
at those deep, lost eyes that lured me, and my smile;
though they faded often, and were lost, seldom found —
how I would come early, to the rise, just to see that angel of “deep, dark eyes”… -
Sleep
In the arms of the night,
in the shadow of darkness,
in the wilderness of a new day,
in the weakness of a lost one;
in the grip of memories,
in the vision of dreams —
unstoppable, irresistible,
I sleep alone, with my love.