Being Writika is being a writer also. I write a lot and publish very little. I have not always felt all these, but usually write for someone else. I really can't name them in public, but then I can at least write what I think they want to write. :) After all, everyone can't voice their heart
Sunday, August 15, 2010
All you need is Love
I think about you over and over again
I have thought about you today
I have thought about you last night
I am thinking about you tonight
And......
Love means more when life gets hard
When all the exits and windows seem barred
Choices driving us to make a sacrifice
And every desire we keep has a hefty price
I've loved for many years, since I was born
I've felt love cross my way quite often
And still it hits me like my first spring
Later I linger on fresh fragnances it bring
Love has been my peace, my inner bliss
A claim against my life, sometimes a gift
Love is ecstasy that grows inside day by day
With which I move the mountains away
Love for world, family, you and rest
Love to make a home in the lost wilderness
Is flowing through me from a distant edge
Is flowing as it is an ancient urge
But then....
I think about you over and over again
I have thought about you today
I have thought about you last night
I am thinking about you tonight
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Prayer
Send peace to his flickering mind and vision
O, may victory is achieved on every arrow shot
While wandering in his dreams, when he seeks love
None other-- But gets caught in my hair locks
Be plentiful, when ever he helps another
May panthers and tigers watch over my king ARTHUR
With wisdom hour by hour, he stands firmer each hour
A little different, a little stronger from others
If a sad thought passes his school slowly
O dear stars,the blue apparel would shake violently
If a sad thought consumes my dear one wholly
O dear stars, the rapturous carol would echo heavily
Raise him higher from melancholy minds
Raise him to reach higher from his kinds
And in the flaming forest he emerges like a lion
A phantom, a beast, a storm and yet divine
Be charming his company, and his tongue like flute
His words of character that play upon one lute
His glamour and glory blinds every curse and ruin
I, woman of his fate, offer all my prayers to God.
Sad Situation
I am a vase of flowers in a window frame
To look at what the world does to itself
There is no morning to be inspired of
Nothing ravishing when you look beyond
My house in a little trouble by a tree
Some smiles are now never to see
For all my time I will hear people pray
Fragnance meant to send stench of dead away
Again the sun touches the top and falls down
Without a thud. No, it doesn't make a sound.
A part of night waits behind weakening light
I am loosing my petals, why am I loosing my sight?
And I feel older than the cold December stars
I feel its back again to take me into its arms
I am a vase of flowers in a window frame
Witnessing my soul reaching for heaven
I don't understand, if its my funeral or hers?
Tell me how does this all end so fast?
All I and she ever looked for was happiness.
Not always for ourselves, only; also for us.
Life was a chance and we completely misunderstood
An ecstasy so sharp that it feels like anguish.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Appearance is deceiving
One must talk and appear wise
And the wise ones mend this vice
One must stand first and appear to lead
A leader puts himself in the end.
One must smile to appear happiest
Happiness is when one is free from tears
One must stay busy and appear useful
Useful person is always available for you
One must give plenty to appear kind
But kind people take all without a hitch
One must have many friends to appear being loved
Loved ones have only few to depend upon
One must give a good advice to appear caring
A caring person gives space for thinking
And the wise ones mend this vice
One must stand first and appear to lead
A leader puts himself in the end.
One must smile to appear happiest
Happiness is when one is free from tears
One must stay busy and appear useful
Useful person is always available for you
One must give plenty to appear kind
But kind people take all without a hitch
One must have many friends to appear being loved
Loved ones have only few to depend upon
One must give a good advice to appear caring
A caring person gives space for thinking
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