Monday, December 31, 2012

Broken

Searching for the sun
No, not a ray of hope
A dull blanket of mist
As this sadness spreads 
Tears well up as clouds
And our heavy hearts heave
Peep out of this window
See a sad world so broken

Waiting for the breeze
No, not a flutter of hope
And the air so still
As this madness spreads
Anger clouds a clear sky
Our muddied minds sink
Peep out of this window
See a violent world so broken

Looking for the moon
No, not a sliver of hope
A music so haunting
As this darkness spreads
Hate scars the night 
As peaceful smiles disappear
Peep out of this window
See a dark world so broken

Why peep out of this window?
To see a world so broken
A world so much in pain
Nothing much to gain
Close your eyes to this world
So heartless, so hopeless
And peep into your own self
Heal a world so broken



Monday, December 17, 2012

House of Dreams

An old mansion, neglected by time and weathered by the elements...... Have you looked at it and wondered if there is a story behind that? Have you ever seen someone's sweat and toil in its image? Have you seen someone's dream in its facade? Have you ever seen someone's soul in its corridor?

Today, as these weathered old mansions are broken down, lets spare a thought for someone else's dreams. Let us reflect on an unknown love song....or is it a song for the divine?

The house of my dreams,
What would it be if not for you?
The air stands still,
But for the breeze of your movement.
The walls look plain,
Ah, the color of your imagination.
The windows are dull,
But for the sunlight from your heart.
And the garden empty,
If not for the wholeness of your love.

The house of my dreams,

What would it be if not for you?
The love in this house
From your compassionate heart
The life in this house
Your laughter and joy
The soul of this house
In your silent gaze
You are its center
You are its living deity

The house of my dreams,

what would it be if not for you?
Not an emptiness made of bricks
But filled by the fantasy of my dreams
Not a tower of spiraling staircases
But elevated by the flight of my dreams
And my dreams are always 
of you, my dear
So the house of my dreams, 
What would it be if not for you?