Wednesday, September 15, 2010

I AM NOT ''FREE''

My life being a free bird doesn’t mean I don’t have any wish to do more or something. I am tiered of flying, I want to settle down, but people don’t like me sitting & they start wooing. So, again I fly in some unwanted direction everything seems so suttle but they are not. Things & time doesn’t wait for anyone. I decide not to fly but my fellow decides their destination for all each day and I have to fly so that I don’t get lost anywhere or I don’t become alone anywhere. What is there then when I can’t decide my own destination with my kind or my choice? Why is it always that I have to adapt the things around? What is the point of being free, when I can’t even decide when to fly or where to fly?

I am in my own sense become a prisoner of my freedom. I don’t like my wings thereof; I don’t want to be free thereby. I don’t want to be a free bird anymore. I don’t want to be free anyway.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

UP UPON THE SKY SO HIGH

Look at the sky,
You'll think to fly,
Many thoughts stuck your mind,
Many dreams hit your mind,
Always you'll feel to be free,
Always yo want to live with zeal,
Look at the sky,
You'll think to fly,
Trying hard to keep up the dreams,
More it moves more tougher it seems,
The high you fly,
The more you shy,
Things seems very bleek,
They starts look so sleek,
Look at the sky,
You will think to fly,
Good thing about these clouds that i can see them ,
The worst about you that i cant even see you...
Look at the sky,
You will thik to fly....

THE RAIN SWEET RAIN

I can see the clouds dropping its precious drop,
I can see the drops rolling down the windows,
Everything tree, every plant seems singing with joy,
Everyone is enjoying the rain in his own foy,
I can see the rain,
I can feel the rain,
Smiles is something that everyone wears,
Every of them forget their tears,
Getting drenched is what i feel,
May be my wounds starts to heal,
I dreamt of you to be with me once,
But now i think it became a trounce,
I justify the rain with happiness only,
But deep inside i am very lonely,
Altough i can still see the rain,
i can still feel the rain,
But its that i cant love the rain,
I cant kiss the rain.