Questions after Questions

There are always going to be questions about our life
The adventures that we want to make it exciting
The reasonings that we want to find when things go wrong
The comfort that we want to feel when all is well
But there is no definite answer that will satisfy
Only amplify more questions
Endless strings of queries, jolted from the curiosity of the mind
But there is no universal answer for all
Or there IS, if only one can identify it already.

We asked about others, from others, as much as we ourselves
Trying to understand, finding the in between underlying meaning
Like fitting pieces of jigsaw puzzles, finding the right pieces that belong
But it is not always fitting, by now, can't now already tell
There is also no one size fits all, though one should really try
It will only result in more questions
Looking for a sign, until one falls back behind
Pick up the phone, call someone, or just pray, upon Him one call
Questions after questions, look for the Master Key, and all mysteries solved eventually.

It is not that difficult really
Once the rootcause is found and eliminated, answers are ever ready!

All the questions, and all the answers?
What is there to be gathered?
Don't be indulgence in the curiosity
Let's try to focus on living simply ...................

"I Know How U Feel"

There is trust; The very crust of the friendship
When you open up your heart; When you are hurted
Where shoulders are not enough; Ears are 2, here to behold
Speak, break the silence between; Unwind and redeem yourself.

Quoted "I know how you feel"; Trufully
Every step of the journey; Just like walking down memory
Pictures of the past, the pain, the horror; Only now, pleasant as ever
The emotions are detached; No more, pledged.

Trust, and believe; Let go and release
Be free, and regain your freedom; Be free, be independant
The old will go, and the new come; Say good bye, as you welcome
Walk out the door, and smell the fresh air; Don't be afraid, all will be fair.

Quoted "I know how you feel"; Trust me, simply
For trust you have, when you opened up your heart; It isn't so hard
Take another step forward; There will be a pillar of strength if you fall back
Worry not, it shall all be well; From here, there is chimes of happy bell.

Sharing; Whilst listening
The wisdom of experience; Holds much truth, if you believe
But the wisdom only useful if shared; Shared for one truly cares
As it speaks to the heart of the listener; Listen to the words of the giver.....

"I know how you feel" ..... it is for real.

My Dreams

We all have dreams, dreams of many sort, dreams of many things
Dreams that creep in when we lay down in bed to sleep
Dreams that we created in our mind, when we are so wide awake
Dreams that we weaved from the envious of the others
Dreams that we nurtured for the sake of the world.

We all have dreams, dreams that come and go, as time passes by
Dreams that are as high as heaven above
Dreams that are as simple as a flower in the garden
Dreams that are beautiful like the clouds in the sky
Dreams that are just purely a dream to begin with.

We all have dreams, dreams that might come true, or might wither away
Dreams that might be remembered, become a memorial of success always
Dreams that might be the fall of own self dignity and pride
Dreams that have no rewards and no prize, but a hefty price
Dreams has no limitations, except been set by ourselves.

My dreams, are simple as just eating and sleeping
My dreams, are wealthy by health and by spiritual being
My dreams, are simplicity of all beautiful and ugly
My dreams, are simply, waking up in the morning, smiling
My dreams, are everything about tomorrow, bright and beautiful
My dreams, are all about life that appears before, so bountiful
My dreams, are not forgetting to live each day to the fullest
My dreams, are living till Death comes to my bed
My dreams, are loving all till there is no more to give
My dreams, are giving back to you, every single bit of me.

Dreams ... we dreamt, and we keep on dreaming
Your dreams are somehow ... my dreams in the making.

What is it, LOVE?

The infant is laid upon the side of the mother
For the first time, been cradled for the first time, in the world
The LOVE of a mother to a child, is selfless and full of sacrifices.

The little child knows the father and the mother
Momma and Dadda are the very first few words been uttered
Will know the LOVE of the parents will never wither through time.

At 15, there will be the first crush, the first infactuation
The first heart ache, the first time for everything
Will know for the first time that LOVE hurts.

Growing up fast, and falling in love faster
There will be crash courses on life's expeditions
Will know the many faces of LOVE, and its many paths.

Even when maturity comes at later age
Doubt if the mind and heart grows any wiser
For there are many mysteries about LOVE not discovered yet.

As time goes, and age is catching up faster than the heart beat
The faith is growing weary, and fate is disappearing at the horizon
LOVE has come and LOVE has gone.

Then one day, there is no more tomorrow
No more chance to learn about the most beautiful, and most ugly thing called LOVE
What is it, LOVE?
How is it when we are born to accept LOVE?
Then as we progressed, we learn to analyse LOVE
At the end, we are still plagued by LOVE
So what is it, LOVE?
What is it about LOVE?

Can't Help It

Hey there, my dear
I am here, so near
But not sure, if you know I am here
Cos I think in your heart, there is someone else.

I am here, smiling from ear to ear
When you talk, when you said my name
I know this will always remain the same
Cos I know, in my heart, it burn this flame
But not sure, if you feel the same too
But I can't help it, even if you don't.

I think that you are so angelic
I think you look so lovely
I think that we should be together
Although in your heart, you might have another.

I am here, waiting for you to come around
When you come, I will be so near, round the corner of you
I have more than 50 reasons why we should be together
Why we are so perfect being a couple
But when I see you, I just froze with just a smile
I don't know how to tell you, I just can't help myself.

I am trying to tell you
I have been trying to do so
I am sending you letters
When you least expected
I am writing you poems
Dedicating them all to you alone
I am reminding you so many times
You will never be forgotten regardless
I am not hiding the facts that I do care
Although I can't be there
I am not keeping my thoughts to myself
But I can't help it, that the ultimate truth remains a secret.

I can't help it that this is how I felt, when I first saw you
Can't help having those feelings that I do
I can't help it, if I am still been discreet
Can't help keeping something a secret in me
Just CAN'T HELP IT ....

Somewhere Out There

As the journey of life continues
There will be many detours along the road....

Sometimes the path is bumpy
Sometimes smooth but slippery,
Sometimes there are puddles of water
Sometimes there are holes that are covered,
Not careful, one can fall victim to own carelessness
Or too careful, fall victim to scrupulous circumstances,
There is really no fool proof way that there is no hurt
That one can be so well protected from the harm of others,
Also one can't be so well mannered to please everyone
And so often, not even get what one wants.

One fall, and stumble
One fumble and tumble,
One mumble, and be lost of words
One be too humble, that is a lost of worth,
Then one question the integrity of the world
Asked for the meaning of these all,
Can it be put a stop to this misery
Then find answers to this life's mysteries,
Can one change the destiny
And fine a reason to smile for eternity.

The road may not always be so straight
Just keep on moving forward ahead,
One is bound to be stronger at the end of the day
Will find oneself wiser, learning always,
Along the way, there will be friendships
Who will come to our aid,
There is wishful thinking of finding someone whom, is meant to be
If one would like to continue to believe, in that myth or belief.

Somewhere out there .........................

Thinking!

Thinking is a waste of time
Ransacking the mind
Terrorising the peace within
Disrupting the harmony.

The dilemma of a crossroad
The uncertainties, don't know what to do
Don't know where to go
Lost, then and now, also!

Thoughts are just fictions of tomorrow
Based on presumptions, of times being a coward
What the future holds, nobody will surely know
Least be GOD, then what on tarnation are you doing on EARTH?

Don't mixed up thoughts with instincts
They too are baseless and they can too sting
For there is no crystal balls to pierce your eyes in
There is no meth to get yourself all high and mighty.

Is it ever possible not to think, least it is required at work?
For there are more worth in it, that is been put into words
Otherwise, thinking is just putting oneself into a whirlwind pool
Jeapordizing oneself, and running amok!

Thinking is a waste of time
When it is really not required
Rest your tired mind
Leave the thoughts by the bed post, and sleep!