Monday, November 19, 2012

if only

if only time could reverse
and undo the mistakes i made,
i'd get the chance that i deserve
to i'd repeat them - i'm afraid.

if only you were as sweet
as ever you were before:
a fancy dress for the street
and pajamas on the corridor.

if only we could start anew,
perfect strangers we had to be,
we'd hide our love away from view
and keep it between you and me.

if only wishes became real,
as real as an elephant on ice,
we'd admit that what we feel
is the love which we entice.

if only words had meaning,
i'd write them on your wall;
they're empty, from the beginning,
and possess no use at all.

if only i were a poet man
or had the eyes of a dreamer,
i'd describe, with my quill pen,
this love - this burning fever!

Thursday, November 15, 2012

everything dies

given enough time, everything stops. even the most energetic particle will, eventually, die.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

beautiful thouht

so beautiful is the thought: the impossible may be possible; and you expect it and long for it.