Two Hungry Friends

Two hungry friends

Staring at each other

One found a solution

And ate the other

When The Day Comes

When the day comes

Some will laugh and some will cry

Some will cheer and some will sigh

But I won’t be there to ask why

When the day comes
Some will go and others will stay

And say what they have to say

But I’ll be on my way

When the day arrives
Some will remain and others will unfold

And all my stories shall be sold

But I’ll be on my way
I’ll be on my way

Tomorrow Is Always A Beautiful Day

Hurt and pain are here to stay

And I expect more sorrow to come my way

But I will let today fly away

For tomorrow is always a beautiful day

The Man Who Lost His Sleep

In his heart, all the lies he would keep

The man who lost his sleep

Fearing the consequences, he would lie awake

For all the trust that he would break

And so he prayed to God on a particular night

And asked to be shown a guiding light

But never a voice, against his prayer did return

He believed himself to be unforgiven

Did he just happen to paint his whole life black

Or was there ever any way back?

He sought and sought. He sought and cried

And at a solution he arrived

He thought it would be better to end his life

Rather than telling the truth to his kids and wife

And so he knocked on the heaven’s door

And waited till the count of four

And the gates opened up very wide

The angels took him by their side

And showed him what his life could have been

If he had not succumbed within

And every picture and every scene

Rolled out right in front of him

His wife was upset and she let it show

The kids lost their favourite hero

But they were willing to pardon him

And were ready to start again

And never a step again did he take wrong

All his crimes seemed far too long

And as they rolled out the final scene

The man woke up from his dream

And saw his wife sleeping free

And kissed her head tenderly

And he knew what he had to do

Wake up tomorrow and be true

And though that night, the angels saw him weep

The man was thankful for he lost his sleep

Sunday Morning

Lying in my bed

With a thought of you

Got no other thought

Got no work to do

An hour passes by

Doesn’t seem so long to me

I don’t seem to care

How this day’s going to be

Lying in my bed

Having fun wasting time

Procrastination

Is not a crime

I Took A Photo With A Dead Body

I took a photo with a dead body

It was stinking. Still

I went ahead and took it

For it was my first kill

Blind Rain

Though I may have not seen it

I’ve felt it with my hands

Held it against my fingers

And let fire make amends

I know they rate it quite highly

Wouldn’t have a word against its grace

Is it any different from my tears

When it trickles down my face?

Drawing Lines

The clouds pour equally on us

The winds blow the same

Who are we, then, to draw lines

And play this wicked game?

A Single Language

Pick a child

Teach him a language

A single language

Start with the As and Bs

Go right till Ys and Zs

Talk to him

Let him return the same language

Day in and day out

Like this is the only language that speaks the truth

Like no other language exists

Let him grow with that language

Give him friends

Give them liberty

But never let them venture too far

For your language alone speaks the truth

And your language alone is divine

And once the child is grown, he’ll raise other kids likewise

And teach them all that he was taught

And gift them all that he was gifted

And make them believe all that he was made to believe

And they shall forever speak a single language

Man Is A Funny Animal

Man is a funny animal

Fights for peace

Dies for love

Abuses the living

Grieves the dead

Indulges in sins

Fears his death

Hear him grumble

Hear him stumble

Man is a funny animal