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If only...

If the sun were many
In colored shades of blue
If the sea were a stream
With ripples stuck in glue

If birds walked in dreams
And the plants grew on sky
If the clouds could taste sweet
And the flowers could fly

On the orange rubber tires
If the mountains could float
And in just a few minutes
Travel the world on a boat

If to adore enemies the most
And could see through the ears
If there were many lives to live
With no death to fear

If people were not born
But lived as much as they want
If all were rich with chocolate
And had only brown bars to flaunt

If love were without to expect
And could be grown on a tree
If to cry was too funny
And malls were for free

If to talk was like to sing
And melody was to shout
If the heart were made of gold
And clothes worn inside out

If home were an open field
And food was to breathe the air
If to sleep was to be awake
And to hate was to care

If I were not I
And you were not you
Perhaps there could be many suns
In colored shades of blue.

Lonely

Two of the precious months alone
Went away in the stoke of breeze
Though it seems two decades of life
Gone by, in the emptiness of nothing

Happened was it to break a jinx?
Known to be unknown are heartbeats
Where mortal lives learn to live and touch
The mystery of love and passion

Alone again the life may be now
Thinking of then was void too
Living only in dreams was how
A myth which seemed as real as life.

Something are always for life's study
For surviving behind a black shadow
Whom you depend for needs and care
The same hurts you forever and more

April 16, 2004 Noon

Lie 2

Whether be it chocolate Or be coffee
Or be the riches the life offered the king
Give up, if he could for me alone, he said
That was once upon a time.

Were those non-written verses to be sung?
Or a silent music that I heard so loud?
Why would one hide behind a truth?
To claim deep unconditionally in love?

Is to love so difficult and shallow now?
That we wear coats of false to show?
Even if the out side is in glory or not,
Why does to love, so painfully glow?

April 16, 2004 Noon

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Mistakes

Didn't I ever learn for once?
For I have been ridden many times
From shore to shore though I swam
Yet I drown in waves of crimes

Again the feel of the light I see
Camouflaging in tone of gray
Blind though I am at all not
Yet, see nothing on a bright day

Today I am stronger towards
A life for the one I love to cope
Rebuild again the broken bones
Plastered in a fresh white hope

I know not for inside me
Is left of nothing but a paper soaked
Though I float on the waves again
The air I breathe is enough to choke

I will and sure will not withstand
Any more storms for me to forgo
Cause I have been dead many times
The alive me is only for the show.

April 15, 2004 Evening

Weak

Shaking from weakness,
As my emotions drained
Feeling like a squeezed fruit
For the juice, someone to relish
Only the pulp left of me
In heaps of pale color
And the fragrance of the lost
Tropical scent of once that
Was ripe and full of love.

April 1 2004