They say they love us,
but they lie.
They say they love us,
but they only need us.
They have taken my childhood away,
but I can only weep.
They have taken my roots away,
but I am just a branch,
and what good is the branch without the root?
My tears have now dried,
My fate has now diminished,
My heart still hopes
for a heart never stopped hoping.
There will come a day,
when the sun will shine,
and I it will smile.
There will come a day,
when I will be no longer a stranger
in my Own Home.
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Random recollections, bop prosody, freely flowing songs. Spontaneity is the name of this blog.
Sleep
Posted by
Manju Wakhley
on Friday, February 9, 2007
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Comments: (1)
Come take me,
take me to your land.
I am ready-
neatly tucked in bed,
ready for the flight,
ready to embrace you.
I love being with you,
Lying assured in your arms,
devoid of worldly matters,
of pain and hunger.
You caressing me gently,
telling me that "this" worlds beautiful.
The world of dreams;
the world where I can make and
break
but everything is fake
and what is "fake"?
and what is "real"?
I love you both equally;
"day" and "night".
If i see the sun during the day
mother moon awaits to escort me
to my dreams....
and so I shall sleep now.....
Its 2.58 in the morn..got a nine o clock lec......oh shit...saturdayz.....
argggggg
take me to your land.
I am ready-
neatly tucked in bed,
ready for the flight,
ready to embrace you.
I love being with you,
Lying assured in your arms,
devoid of worldly matters,
of pain and hunger.
You caressing me gently,
telling me that "this" worlds beautiful.
The world of dreams;
the world where I can make and
break
but everything is fake
and what is "fake"?
and what is "real"?
I love you both equally;
"day" and "night".
If i see the sun during the day
mother moon awaits to escort me
to my dreams....
and so I shall sleep now.....
Its 2.58 in the morn..got a nine o clock lec......oh shit...saturdayz.....
argggggg
Truth
Posted by
Manju Wakhley
on Tuesday, February 6, 2007
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Comments: (0)
Like beauty lies in
the eyes of the beholder,
Truth lies in the heart
of the speaker.
What truth means to me,
May not mean to you,
What it holds for me,
May not hold for you,
But truth to me is like
Beauty - it changes every
moment.
What seemed truthful
Yesterday
Is surrounded with fakeness today.
But for that moment yesterday
“ I was truthful”
Truth is nothing but
PERCEPTION
the eyes of the beholder,
Truth lies in the heart
of the speaker.
What truth means to me,
May not mean to you,
What it holds for me,
May not hold for you,
But truth to me is like
Beauty - it changes every
moment.
What seemed truthful
Yesterday
Is surrounded with fakeness today.
But for that moment yesterday
“ I was truthful”
Truth is nothing but
PERCEPTION