MY LADY!

And it seems like yesterday
The picture of the first day
When you were clad in yellow
And I whispered the magical Hello

That smile you gave me
The offer of your heart's key
I couldn't help but smile back
I must have drunk from a lucky mug

Here I stood before a diva
With no alcohol in my liver
Usually I would shiver
But with you, I felt no quiver

So I unleashed the poetic me
And it stung you like a bee
I recall how you laughed out loud
When I said 'Ploud' instead of Proud

You thought it was intentional
It was actually accidental
Pardon my tongue, my lady
For I wasn't being crazy

Could it be, we met on a good day,
When the timing was perfect to gather hay?
Perhaps we met in our previous world
Or what they say a gift from God

For how I won your heart is a mystery
Yet everything afterwards has been history
We might have not seen our bad times yet
But that heart in your chest, I will never hurt!

THE CREATION STORY!

"It shouldn't matter if it's the latest
It simply should be the greatest"
The words of the Creator to himself
As he painted an image of himself

He knew every bristle on his brush
Yet he painted without a rush
Like the gentle waters of a stream
Flowing in a midday's dream

His board perfectly erected
His colors carefully selected
Perfecting his long awaited schemes
The angels sung their hymns

From how he held his palette
You could tell he bore talent
With care in every stroke
His board, the colors soaked

One couldn't help but note
The harmony like musical note
The image on his mind
Simply one of a kind

The pattern and the rhythm
The shades he gave them
Emphasis on value
Detailed attention to hue

Before the angel, before the elf
He blessed this image of himself
And when it was all done
He chose to call it MAN!

HOPE!

I see you've had enough of the strife
I see you've given up in this life
You feel it's never worth the try
And so you opt out and cry

Your past shadows haunt you
You feel your nemesis is due
Lost in your own soul's city
You contemplate on D.D.T

You gambled away your fortunes
And sold all your costumes
Wasted years being a casanova
You feel It's all over

She became someone else' wife
And so you want to end it with a knife
Considering your investment in her
You feel you cannot live to bear

What tomorrow holds
They say, no one knows
And it surely gets better
As the story goes further

Lay aside your suicide rope
Hang on to the virtue of hope
For if you have the gift of life
it means, the world needs you alive!