Longing happiness

Happier times are rare this days,
estrangered by acts of craziness some celebrations,
appreciating each moment becomes glorious.
Compared to a woman who just wants to know you,
its like a charm but more charismatic,
not pleasently regretful,but your consciousness acts.
So poor yet gladly well it has nothing to do with suffering nor disappointment but beauty.
Happier times are not sinful,
its a part of us we can not hide,
bitter we are indescribable longing,
your heart will rage with great pressure and shes waiting for you to frame the picture,
let it slide,peering through those eyes while pouring your heart.
Its the one you love that makes it a happier time even when we cry.

A simple thought

A nation isnt made up of colours and languages,but two people a man and a woman the rest are just reflections of their doings.

Dear friend

How old is it,the tittle is in descrite.
Often we be missing you
behaving in an unlikely manner,
how far can it be,shouting and screaming.
Death! Death!! When?...
Though we havin't reached,atleast this time we laughed and giggled.
Those sounds and colours
so pointless to ask for forgiveness,
fearless of whats to come next
atleast we said..."Rest In Peace"
With our voices will tell our differences.
Remember my tears would be invisible,
darkness pilled up along the pathway glowing mysterically,
How old is it,the tittle is indescite
and i'll be missing you
for these moments i spend alone,
depressful days uttering words of my conscience...
Your gone and i'm left alone,
I would be silent,thinking what a delicate memory.
I would be crying,
my tears triumphantly emerge
i would be missing you,
dear friend your not forgotten,
so beware,keep a watchful eye,
for i will hold you dearest when we meet again
somewhere else from here.

That feeling

....This feeling just keeps growing multiplying itself,my heart just weakenss."which feeling"...babes that feeling we had when we saw each other for the first time,remember you said you cried each night and day because i never came to say hey and i seemed to play hard to get...remember,when i said i was sad each and everyday because i craved to see you past by my house and i kept checking to see if your there,waiting for that very moment...sweetie that feeling we both felt when we kissed for the very first time...hey you promised but please let me go away and remember that feeling because it stays the same....