No control !!!

I can’t control it. 

I can’t contain it.
I’m lost within it.
I’m not mistaken.
Every little thing I do it hurts.
Every little thing I say it burns.
Every little thing I do won’t fade away….
I’m so lost in a dark abyss.
Have no way to escape from it.
What in the world am I gonna do….
I can’t control it.
I can’t contain. 
So much trouble,
Inside my brain.
I’ve got nooo control.
I’ve got nooo control.
Help me from my soul.
Cause I’ve got no control.
What in this life did I do to deserve,
Show ’em how I care,  show them what their worth.
While no one ever was even there for me….
Spent my whole life,  tryna do some good.
Had a great time like I knew I should.
Little did I know that would all soon change….
And now I’ve got nooo control.
Ya i have lost aall control.
Please save me from my soul.

Cause now I’ve got nooo control…


This evening, as I travel

Halfway across the city
With the gentle drops of rain
Kissing the window
Reflecting the numerous lights
Of the buzzing town

Lights that stand atop silver poles 
Lights that guide speeding vehicles 
Lights of skyscrapers and of humble huts
I gaze up at the embracing sky 
With just a handful of stars 
Smiling mockingly at the land below 

Undiminishing and overpowering 
I can’t look away as they whisper 
And I realise 
They are the truth 
And all that I  see before me;
The enticing shine
Are mere, blatant lies
Before the glow of the universe 
Before the stardust that makes us, us

A family love

To be apart of a family like mine 

is so divine 
where love is shown 
hurt is shared 
our love for each other is never impaired 

we talk 
we laugh 
we cry 
but we are a family 
and we do it all together 
for as a family 
we do it all as one 

you hurt one 
you hurt all 
and as a family unit 
we will all stand tall 
for we are family 
a family full of strength 
a family full of love 
a family no one can touch 
that’s why I love my family so much.

The river singing

The river tumbles onwards to the sea, 

And rushes, racing over rocks and stones, 
And boulders, branches, pebbles, sand and scree, 
Singing so many melodies to me, 
In whispering notes and thunderous roaring tones. 

Music that lingers in the ears and mind, 
Soothing confusing thoughts that come my way, 
Easing all stress, so my spirit is resigned, 
To watching its water ripple, swirl, glide and wind, 
And giving a soft contentment to my day. 

Always there, this river, which is never still, 
And every night and day, how strong it flows, 
Into each pool, each inlet and each new rill, 
It does, my thirsty soul, with pleasure fill, 
And sets my thoughts on peace, and my ‘being’ glows

A Psalm of life (By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

Tell me not, in mournful numbers, 

   Life is but an empty dream! 

For the soul is dead that slumbers, 

   And things are not what they seem. 

Life is real! Life is earnest! 

   And the grave is not its goal; 

Dust thou art, to dust returnest, 

   Was not spoken of the soul. 

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, 

   Is our destined end or way; 

But to act, that each to-morrow 

   Find us farther than to-day. 

Art is long, and Time is fleeting, 

   And our hearts, though stout and brave, 

Still, like muffled drums, are beating 

   Funeral marches to the grave. 

In the world’s broad field of battle, 

   In the bivouac of Life, 

Be not like dumb, driven cattle! 

   Be a hero in the strife! 

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant! 

   Let the dead Past bury its dead! 

Act,— act in the living Present! 

   Heart within, and God o’erhead! 

Lives of great men all remind us 

   We can make our lives sublime, 

And, departing, leave behind us 

   Footprints on the sands of time; 

Footprints, that perhaps another, 

   Sailing o’er life’s solemn main, 

A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, 

   Seeing, shall take heart again. 

Let us, then, be up and doing, 

   With a heart for any fate; 

Still achieving, still pursuing, 

   Learn to labor and to wait.

Oh mighty oak

Stand tall oh mighty oak, for all the world to see, 
your strength and undying beauty forever amazes me. 
Though storm clouds hover above you, 
your branches span the sky, 
in search of the radiant sunlight you 
count on to survive. 
When the winds are high and restless and 
you lose a limb or two, 
it only makes you stronger, we 
could learn so much from you. 
Though generations have come and gone 
and brought about such change, 
quietly you’ve watched them all yet still 
remained the same. 
I only pray God give to me the strength he’s 
given you, 
to face each day with hope, whether 
skies are black or blue, 
Life on earth is truly a gift 
every moment we must treasure, 
it’s the simple things we take for granted 
that become our ultimate pleasures. 

She came to my dreams (a poem for my dream today)

After a long time of aparting she came to my dreams

The ever lasting beauty on her and eyelids like the Moonbeam.

The soft round cheeks with a color of milk

My legs were dead when she started walking to me

She was moving with a dress on her made of silk.

I was thinking why she came to me after a long time here

When there’s nothing left for me and her to share.

She touched my hand with her and the feeling was back

I remembered the time when we were in the same School

I was looking into her eyes and she was looking back 

We were standing there and time had no rush

I was wondering when she was my greatest crush

We were going for a kiss and her cheeks turned red

Then suddenly I opened my eyes and saw I’m on my bed

It was nowhere a reality as it seem

Raising my nerves and to ease my heart