Death of a Love Foretold

Dreams of one a liveth
A home to call for life
A house t’as turned to be
With only misery all rife

Feelings, love and ecstasy
Even sorrow to share I’d hope
With incoherent thoughts, contrary actions
T’as been two random souls tugged to a rope

Bonds to eternity, trust to death
A blissful time was one we’d make
But broken sails due to a whimper of a tide
T’is has become a ship to forsake

Ties of forever n now desolate
A union in love is now to rend
With melancholic hope, a dare to ask
Is this the end?
Is this the end?

Blind Man's Qwest

Blind man, Blind man
Where are you heading?
I’m heading into the sunset
Thru a path of thorns and some clearing

Blind man, Blind man
What are you searching?
I’m searching for the fruit
That bears joy for all fearing

Blind man, Blind man
How far will you go?
I’ll move till the feet allow
I’ll move till the spirits forego

Blind man, Blind man
Has the fruit been found?
I’ve sought a thing and the spirits agree
It is sweet, though there’s no mirth around

Blind man, Blind man
That seems a fake you’re holding
The fruit is sweet and the spirit is dead
Too weary am I, for joy a damn I care

Cos all in all, I’m just a Blind man!!

How I Wish

How I wish...
I had a stressfree day
With no job and all time to play
All wants fulfilled and wild imaginations come true
Like, A Limo and a house at the bay

How I wish...
There was no one to report to
No desk and no one reporting to
A day full of nothingness & devoid of deadlines
No race and no catching up to...
All in all, lots of time;to while away...

But then sometime back
I wished...
A great desk with lots of pay
Fine suits and opportunity to sway
People calling on and money at call
do my own thing, create my own way...

The wish has changed, so has the wisher
the horse still rides
albeit, with a different beggar

AspenRocks!!!