Broken Trust

Trust is like salt

you wouldn't notice

when it is present...

But you feel bad

when it is absent...

Broken trust

like a crumble paper...

how hard you try

you can't smooth it back....

Broken trust

like a broken glass...

even you glue it

always leave marks...

Broken dreams

with broken trust

always leave a broken heart

hurt like hell

when it happened

from the one you cared most...

How hard you try

with the pieces of a broken heart

to make it back

as it used to be

it always leave scars

if the cuts are too deep... 

 

Angels and demons

Where all the angels have gone

when demons are taking over

are they watching over

until the heaven turns to hell . . .

No footsteps in the ground

no sign of angels

paradise is violating

by lot of brutal hands

raped, polluted and cursed

with all their dark souls

no one is brave

to save the paradise . . .

lot of hopeless minds

screaming with helpless voices

weep in days and nights

 seeking justice

wander towards horizon

everything is like a mirage

no more angels

to save the paradise . . .

Angel

Met an angel

fallen from sky

love is all she need

that is her heaven . . .

Just like the climate

difficult to predict

just like the sky

ready to rain

just like a little kid

fight for attention . . .

Life is complete

when there is angel in my arm

Love is complete

when she became my heaven . . .

American Dream

Life is globalized

things are complicated

we are running blind

behind an American dream . . .

 

Looking through dark glasses

dream on brand-new wheels

is it Ferrari or Lamborghini . . .

lost in neon lights

thirst for lust

seeking pleasures . . .

 

Wandering around

peeping through windows

giggle and talk

like forget themselves

 

Bunch of dream walkers

when would they get

a wakeup call

to come to reality

from an American dream

when the dream become the reality

and reality become a dream . . .

A girl – puzzle with a missing part

A lonely bird

who lost in her way

sat next to me

Unexpectedly

flashed in my mind

with a lone gone memory

in a closed chapter . . .

Once a young bird

blind with her feelings

flew to catch a mirage

that she never gets

seeking help

to make it up to her dream . . .

Picture frames have changed

It’s not like what it used to be

does she knows it

or just pretend that she don’t . . .

Life is like a circle

what goes around

come back around

may be in different way

with a different shape . . .

I wander why

Women are mysterious

like a puzzle

always with missing parts

that you never solve

even you try life time . . .

what else should do

except avoiding

because there was nothing before

and never would be . . .

Two different dreams

Spent few days
in a part of paradise
isolated and abandoned
from the common world . . .

I wander everywhere
seeking signals
to send a text
to check my mails
to log my fb
to tweet my friends 

walk around
sunglasses on my forehead
removing mud
on my branded shoes & denim
with a song in my ipod

At last I found
one signal mark
on my smart phone
what a relief . . .

Then I met a boy
carrying a heavy load
he asked me the time
because he has to hurry
to carry it to market
his family would suffer
if he get late . . .

I took a moment
thought about it
what a different
just like we live in
two different worlds
with two different dreams . . . 

  

Miserable Life

You have a life
but no one to make it live
you have love
but no one is worth for it
you have cares
but no one to look after
you have thoughts
but no one to hear . . .

You have roads
but going nowhere
you have a bed
but no one to share
you have a space
with nothing but air
you have a heart
but no one is there . . .

Life is misery
Full of regret
when things you have
make you desperate . . .
 

 

Regret

Is there anything remain
except the regret
all the cherish moments
fade away in past . . .

Selfish manner
ignoring acts
make the pain
and leave sorrow . . .

Desperate feeling
killing it inside
all the sacrifices
just a waste of time . . .

Once lost in a journey
choosing a road to paradise
the road that leads to nowhere
no rainbows and butterflies
absence of silver ray
only the dark sky
getting darker day by day . . .

Is it the time to leave
always having second thoughts
not seek for a paradise
just to rest in a arm in peace . . .




 

This side of Paradise

There was a dream
in this side of paradise
never wanna say
see you in the other side . . .

All these efforts
all these sacrifices
would it be in vain
would it fade away . . .

Never stop fighting
It's never too late
fight and clear the way
Paradise is not far away . . .

Storm is coming

Standing alone
on top of a cliff
Sky is dark
full of clouds
wind is whispering
storm is coming . . .

when the tides are rough
have to sail smooth
with a confident hand
to save the ship . . .

Cannot let fade
things that are precious 
should fight if it worth
with thousand storms
to protect the loving ship . . . 

Black sheep

Being different

is always hard

like a black sheep

among whites . . .

Black sheep of the family

always ill-treated

sometimes isolated

with full of sorrows . . .

no matter what they do

they are always wrong

even they do nothing

blame is always goes . . .