If I see a new dawn
If I turn a new leaf
I owe it all to you-
To you my dearest friend.
If I swim across the deepest sea
If I rift the thickest of woods
I owe it all to you-
To you my dearest friend.
If I rise and touch the stars
If I know where heaven's was
I owe it all to you-
To you my dearest friend.
If I can bring a smile on a stranger's face
If I can lend a helping hand
I owe it all to you-
To you my dearest friend.
If I can mend a broken cart
If I can tell evil's apart
I owe it all to you-
To you my dearest friend.
If I can shape my destiny
If I can face the master's key
It's because,once you were with me
Once you were with me
Thank You! for being with me
In all shades and span
Thank You! for showing me
Of what capable I'am.
Friday, August 26, 2005
Saturday, August 13, 2005
PALMSTREETS
If I'am left to ponder on-
What I hold and what's gone.
The best things, shall I recall first,
B'coz the worsts are too expensive to cry for.
Which street of life's journey, am I upon..
I think, as I open my palm,
With all the crisscrossings
I see a busy town, with men walking on...
First, I see, an old oak tree,
With a withered mark etched on..
The 'Ageometer', is what I read,
It measures how strong are your feet.
There, I find a thin-lean man,
Who hold's a kite and a basket in his hands,
The kite's strings are his frins of family
Relations are in the basket, kept perfectly.
On Oxford Street, is next I see
Another man, with grey hair and a glowing victory;
Walking slowly and covering the race,
With a bundle of books and a hat that fits his face.
Not far, I locate, a well dressed man,
Walking on the Marriage Farm,
The road is a mix of orange and green,
With lots of apples on all its trees.
Nearby, a man with a huge bag
Is on the road to Money's Town..
With all his forehead muscles tense
He holds a very busy frown.
Who's that man,singing, I see,
And whistling as he's passing on..
With a deck of cards, that's all in his hands,
He makes his way to Luck's Land.
Right next,I see a milestone
Which reads--"Not far from the World of Glee"
I guess that's the destination we all seek,
It's upto us, we reach or reced.
Is this the rainbow, we urge to see,
Is this the wealth, we want to achieve,
I ponder as I look on-
The crisscrossings of my own palm!
What I hold and what's gone.
The best things, shall I recall first,
B'coz the worsts are too expensive to cry for.
Which street of life's journey, am I upon..
I think, as I open my palm,
With all the crisscrossings
I see a busy town, with men walking on...
First, I see, an old oak tree,
With a withered mark etched on..
The 'Ageometer', is what I read,
It measures how strong are your feet.
There, I find a thin-lean man,
Who hold's a kite and a basket in his hands,
The kite's strings are his frins of family
Relations are in the basket, kept perfectly.
On Oxford Street, is next I see
Another man, with grey hair and a glowing victory;
Walking slowly and covering the race,
With a bundle of books and a hat that fits his face.
Not far, I locate, a well dressed man,
Walking on the Marriage Farm,
The road is a mix of orange and green,
With lots of apples on all its trees.
Nearby, a man with a huge bag
Is on the road to Money's Town..
With all his forehead muscles tense
He holds a very busy frown.
Who's that man,singing, I see,
And whistling as he's passing on..
With a deck of cards, that's all in his hands,
He makes his way to Luck's Land.
Right next,I see a milestone
Which reads--"Not far from the World of Glee"
I guess that's the destination we all seek,
It's upto us, we reach or reced.
Is this the rainbow, we urge to see,
Is this the wealth, we want to achieve,
I ponder as I look on-
The crisscrossings of my own palm!
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