Sweet Love...

(Another poem I wrote long time back. Childish and stupid lyrics, but they still are special to me coz they remind me of my state of mind then)

I saw the young man
Kiss his lady.
It was a cool rainy day
The picture was hazy.

Hand-in-hand they went
Up to the mountain top.
They kept giggling and laughing.
They could not stop.

The boy said to the girl,
"You are so nice"
The girl smiled at him,
Then gazed the skies.

She had bright green eyes.
And lips like wine.
Her small, mysterious smile
A picture divine.

He bent over and kissed her
Innocent emotion and true.
"My Princess, My Angel,
I love you..."


Every dream comes true, atleast for a short while. You just gotta believe :)

She...

Sometimes I feel so bad that such songs were already written. I feel the same things and I wanna write about these feelings, but havng listenned to the song, it seems like no other way could express it better. And I feel so jealous that the song-writes had to write it before me....It's funny.

She may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell....

She, who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She maybe the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows in the past
That I remember 'till the day I die

She maybe the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I care for through the rough and ready years

Me, I'll take the laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is
She....She
Oh, she....

(singer- Elvis Costello)

LET US....

Let us go down into the valley.
Where the brook sings its song.
Where apple orchards and meadows are.
We could fall in love there.

With golden wings let us
Fly up to the icy mountains.
Cuddled up with each other
We could fall in love there.

Along the gurgling river
Let us go down to the plains,
Where the rain plays with the wind.
We could fall in love there.

Let us jump onto God's palm.
He shall take us to the clouds.
Where the eternity of paradise is.
We could fall in love there.
.......Mike.

Wrote this a very long time ago for the love of my life. Now its been many days since i last talked to her, and i am missing her soooo much. Wish we didnt have to live so far away.

WAKE UP TO LOVE

Everyone pines for love.
Everyone needs another.
Everyone dreams of the special someone.
Still love's a Phoenix feather.

Stories abound of sacrifice.
Sonnets of eloping rebels.
They used to kill and die for love.
Is that vigour just legend?

People of the world, listen.
Wake up to your dreams.
Love knocks at your door so often
Why don't you let it in?

Why feel sorry for yourself?
Why not let the stranger in?
Why not 'trust' just a little bit?
Why not take the risk?

Coz once the love flower blooms
Everything starts life fresh again.
I can tell you for I have loved.
I took the risk and i won the game.