Saturday, March 14, 2009

WAR

Was it for nothing
That brave soldiers
Died fighting
For a country
Falling apart?

Was it for nothing
That lives were thrown
Away, without a thought
For the many tears
Shed back home?

If we condemned war,
Was it for nothing then,
That my brother died,
Fighting a war
That saved us all?

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

THE SETTING SUN

Like the sun out of a child's painting,

Of a mountain by a lake,

Stood the Sun behind the trees;

It gently lowered itself,

Tenderly kissing,

First the tree tops,

Finger tips,

Setting it on fire,

The kiss of passion,

Beneath which the delicate leaves,

Trembled a fiery red,

Blushing, sweet and shy.

The orange light filled the sky,

The tree set ablaze,

Love spreading,

Like colours,

Put in still waters,

Merging with the blue that was the sky,

Spreading till it touched the gentle light of the noon,

Setting it ablaze with a light,

That slowly turned the night sky,

Darker, till stars shone,

Setting the night on fire,

Bringing it alive.

ON MOONLIT NIGHTS

The moon shines through the night,
A quiet light in the velvet sky,
A quiet soul that watches me,
Wondering why,
I lie awake on this moonlit night.

I lie awake and quiet,
My heart beating its quiet rhythm,
I lie awake and think,
Who makes the music in my heart.

I lie awake and think,
As the moon shines through the velvet sky,
The music in my soul,
Is it from God above?

The music leads me,
Through nights like this,
As I lie alone,
Awake on moonlit nights.

It leads me,
Through caves of sorrow,
And outside the sun shines bright,
I lie awake in this dark cave,
A solitary soul.


It leads me through days bright,
No cloud, No rain.
The music hums within me,
And shows me a world unknown.

Tonight the moon is bright,
I lie awake listening,
To this music, this song,
That leads me and keeps me strong.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

A SILENT SONG

The light of dawn,
The first rays of the sun,
The awkening of life,
The first dew drop.
A song forlorn,
Flows from the mansion,
A cutting knife,
A silent tear drops.
The morning long gone,
The song goes on,
An eternal sigh, a silent goodbye,
To the world new born.