a paradise lost......

I stay here, with the moonlight over my head
My solitude, my company.
The green grass brushes my feet,
wind rustles by my neck.
I see the passing skies,
the eirre silence mocking me
stars shine like glittering diamonds,
a celestial view, amazed at what I see
i see the lonely path ahead me,
the walk, long and strainiful .
I see this place with my eyes closed
so much beauty ..so serene
I know my hopes will be shortlived
but the memory isnt.
little wonders pass us all the day, a paradise lost...lost everyday.

Friday, 05 September 2003

Chained to the heart…

Flickering in the night,
Burning the midnight oil,
The flame burns on,
Just like the passion within.
I face the remorse of a burdened heart,
Just wising to let go.
Some of the things that aren’t justified,
Is better left alone.
Life has become a part of so many phases,
I seem to have lost that phase where I lived myself.
I drown myself in this eternity of make believe space,
Caring less for where I stand and what I do.


Saturday, October 18, 2003

…………feeling inside out

I feel repressed,
Feeling the pressure is killing me.
Makes me want to give up,
Give in to the arms of failure.
I try to give my best,
But always comes out as the worst.
My fears are the worst enemy,
Bringing me inside out.
The higher I try to get,
The harder I fall.
I can’t stand being judged,
Looked around by suspicion and contempt.
Life comes to halt after a full circle,
Begin a start from where it ends all…….


Wednesday, September 24, 2003

………..in the blink of an eye

Dreams lay shattered,
in the blink of an eye.
What I believe in,
Comes against me.
My trust, my faith is what u broke,
Leaving me alone in this cruel world.
Time becomes a painful memory,
Trying to forget something is so hard to do.
Truth becomes a distortion,
The unreal seems much easier to accept.
Everything comes to an end,…in the blink of an eye.

Tuesday, September 23, 2003


Fallen glory…..


I seek my time,
That seems to have lost
Tune to myself,
Of what I am capable of.
I have lost my sheen,
And my ability to get in touch with myself,
I stay here fallen,
Exposing my weakness.
I wait to wake up,
Regaining consciousness to what has changed around me.
I reap harvest to my shameful deeds, A fallen glory is what I carry.



Wednesday, October 02, 2003