Might you try to push me in History,
With your thumping attacks.
Might you try to subdue my solo singing,
with your ear cracking harangue.
I shall answer you, with your due.
I shall counter and combat you.
Are you trying to dissever me?
Break me apart?
To get the flux of blood, through my heart?
Do you want to see me weak?
And crying on my feet?
I shall laugh at you!
And dance on the solemn tune, of the duce!
I am the stubble,
You can not uproot.
I am the air,
You can not pollute.
And if you dare,
I shall get into your lungs,
Miserably you will be flunked.
I am the blessing,
I can be a curse.
You want to see me averse?
I am not a flesh amongst scavengers.
I won’t be a victim of fanatic blunders.
I have a force of youth,
Bulging up in me.
You will not be able to trace your feet.
Your tools shall dither,
Your existence shall wither!
Sunday, January 16, 2011
I will wait, till you sing me far to the gale.
I am not yours, cz you can’t claim.
There are feelings that are lost in life’s hail
Yes you will miss me again.
Waiting for the phone to blink for you
Waiting for the call to call upon you.
When there will be no other way out of the day
You will sing to yourself
‘Come come to me again’
To find me no where around you
You will remember my tears gone in vain...
You will miss me for once to be by your side
Just once, just for once again.
There will be nights without me, to serve you with pain
To feel what i feel, when you leave me, that you are not game.
There will be times, when you will feel this severe pain.
Wait on me never to come again.
With my dreamy eyes to
find you love and a world for you again....
I promise you, you will miss me and I will not be there to sooth your pain.
And who knows, never to see me again.