I wish

I wish I could sing, I would sing a song for you;
I wish I could the play the guitar, I would play it for you;
I wish I was a joker, I would never let you frown;
I wish I could fly, I would never let you down;
I wish I was rich, I would get gifts for you;
I wish you would allow me, I would lift all your troubles for you;
I wish my tears would fall, I would cry for you;
I wish you wanted me dead, I would die for you;
I wish I could read your mind, I would read it out to you;
I wish I could steal you heart, I would protect it for you;
I wish you would look into my eyes, all you would find is you;
I wish you you would hear me talk, I would talk only for you;
I wish I was your heart, I would beat beyond death;
I wish I was the air, I'd live to be your breath;
I wish I knew how to write, I would write a letter to you;
I wish I knew how to tell, I would spill my love to you;
For all I can and all I know, is that I just wish for you,
Never do you frown, nothing ever troubles you,
And I wish my wishes do come true;
As true my love is for you..

Words

Words are my friends,
Words are all I know,
Yet, words are not enough,
To let me tell you,
What words don't have :
Is what I feel for you,
What words cannot spell :
Is my love for you,
Words are in my head
And words are in my heart,
Words are everywhere,
But words just aren't,
Not enough to make you smile,
Not enough to make you trust,
Words are just weak letters to you,
And my love nothing but rust,
Words are my only friends then,
They're are I'll ever have,
For you will never have them yours,
Words of belief you think I've never had..

Beast

When I was a little kid, my mom told me a story,
How the beast had fallen in love with a fairy,
It was a fairy tale was all I ever knew.

Sad, I did, but feel for the little beast,
Wish the fairy did not loathe him to say the least.
He was born that way, thats how He made him.

The beast wanted to be nice,
But his roar alone would suffice,
To make people think he was there to kill..

Everytime I'd ask my mother, why did people dislike him,
My mother'd hug me and ask, " Why do always like people like him ? "
Little did I know a strange truth she was hiding....

Everytime she told me such people are meant to be hated,
To be scorned by the humans is how they are fated,
They don't deserve to live, they should just die....

As I grew older, the truth revealed itself,
People hated me, I hated myself,
I looked like a beast, my voice would suffice,
My eyes were enough to tell people that I hated them,
No one looked at my heart, no one realised I needed them...

As fate would have it, I did fall in love with a fairy,
But life ain't fairy tale, it is just sorry,
The fairy will fly away with a prince someday,
I'll just sit and stare,
At my ugly face and lowly eyes,
I love her, she does not care...

Nothing can express how sad I feel,
To see the truth itself reveal,
I was the beast my mother warned me about...
I am a beast and I will die alone no doubt.....

Season

This one is dedicated to my best friend, the sweetest person in my life, hope you read this someday "Jaan"

As the snow melts and flows down the muddy stream,
Marks the end of winter, an end to the cozy dream,
As the rodents run out of their sleep and the birds begin to fly,
Spring returns, with a sunken heart and a bright sky,
Soon, the sun will rise high and make us sweat,
As summer walks upon me, eyes yet, teary and wet,
The summer will pass away too, makes the leaves fall,
Autumn hath come, in your memory I continue to bawl,
Caught but I am unto your season of love and care,
Someone like you will but never be there,
You want me to grow up and move on with life,
And, yet you cut my breathing nerve most ruthlessly with your knife,
There was no blood, there were no stitches, Aye !But there was pain,
As each season goes by, I grow more insane,
Cause this was not meant to be a season of trust,
This was meant to be my life..
Will not trouble you, that I swear,
But stop loving you is something I can't wear,
Try as hard as I may the thoughts won't stop,
I'll continue crying but won't let you see a tear drop,
Cause it was never was about just that one season,
Loving you is what I care, there is no reason,
There will never be a parrelleil rhyme,
My love for you, trust me, will stand the test of time.

A Silent Say

some stay..
some frey..
some fly away..
some cry..
some try..
and some decay
....
there is always a choice,
whether we die, or we pray..
there is always a choice,
when we say what we choose to say..
with every passing second and every passing day,
there is something that will always stay,
how much you choose to care,
how much you choose to be there,
how much you want to fly away,
when the nights are dark and the days are grey,
there is always a choice,
how much you choose to try,
how much you choose to cry,
whether you choose to fall, or you choose to fly,
there is always a choice,
you just have to make it count,
when you are surrounded by shadows and you are surrounded with doubt,
when the past is inglorious and the future is bleak,
when everything in the present wants to make you weak,
look into the eyes, of someone who is there,
you have to allow him to fix you and let him repair,
for there always will be..people..its just that..
some stay..
some frey..
some fly away,
some cry,
some try,
and some decay..

One moment

This one is for a very special person in my life, maybe someday I will read it to her myself..


Just for that one moment I want to hold you in my arms,
Embrace you for that one breath,
Look into your eyes as you look into mine,
A small dance with a little wine.

Just for that one moment I want to hold you in my arms,
Love you like there is no tomorrow,
Chance my luck, hug you and never let go,
Forgive the friends with a little kiss and forget the foe.

Just for that one moment I want to hold you in my arms,
Feel your heart beat against mine,
Count the stars and look into the sky,
Hold your hand as we fly.

Just for that one moment I want to hold you in my arms,
As I stare into your eyes and look beyond the darkness vast,
Emrace you for that one breath,
And let that breath be my last..

The Prince who wanted to die

There was once a prince who loved to fly,

When he rode a horse it flew like the breeze,

Tearing from the woods and into the sky.

The prince was nice, loving and caring,

But no one liked him because he wore a crown,

The prince was brave, courageous and daring,

But no ever smiled at him, all he could get was a frown,

He would run to the queen, who loved him, adored him,

She would tell him the world was nothing but a lie,

She would kiss and tell him to stop being grim,

She encouraged him to kiss the sky.

The King would never smile, he was arrogant and angry all the time,

" The Prince must learn quick " - he would say,

" No one cares if he can fly" - he would add,

Till one day the Prince heard him say....

He ran to the Queen with a sad heart,

And behold he saw her cry,

He hid behind the curtains and he looked at the sun,

He realised he wasn't the Prince who knew how to fly,

The woman who all this while, loved him and adored him,

Wasn't a queen and his life had just been a lie !!

The Prince was a Prince no more and now he wanted to die....