Memoirs of an Imperfect Angel: HEART CRY

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

HEART CRY

I HAVE WALKED FOR A WHILE
I FORGOT HOW TO SMILE
THE ROSES HAVE TURNED BLUE
FORGOTTEN ABOUT THE GIRL I EVER KNEW
THE QUEST FOR LOVE NEVER ENDS
BUT THE ROAD TO LOVE HAS BENT
THE JOURNEY I EMBARKED
HAS PUSHED ME INTO DARK
THE THOUGHT OF THIS DYING SOUL
YOU COULD HAVE NEVER KNOWN
WHAT IT IS TO BE ALONE
I COULD HAVE NEVER SHOWN
TEARS I CRIED, YOU WOULD HAVE NEVER SEEN
THE DAYS I WISHED UPON A STAR THAT WE COULD EVER BE....
WILL NEVER COME TRUE
NO MATTER HOW MUCH I CRY OR BE BLUE
WHY DID I EVER FALL IN LOVE?
WHY DID I GOT SO HURT?
BLEEDING IS MY SOUL NOW
NEVER WILL TAKE ANY VOWES
CAN THERE BE LOVE AROUND?
CAN I LOSE THE LOVE I EVER FOUND?
JESUS GIVE ME THE STRENGTH TO CARRY ON
WHEN EVERYTHING WOULD SEEM SO WRONG
STRUMMING THE MELODY OF HOPE
I WISH THIS HEART CAN COPE

1 comment:

Anonymous said...: oye tell ur heart, no more chutiyap's. okk!!
chillzz out ya. heart doesnt behave malfunctioning cause of one tragedy of life. say "smile heart!"
"smile heart!"; March 2, 2008 at 11:18 AM

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Let Da Muzik Play

“It takes a part of me to create art and when i create,it's a masterpiece. My life is a masterpiece cos i choose to be my best friend and not my worst enemy. What i am today is cos of what i believe in and what choices i make.And what i am gonna be tomorrow depends not on the so called 'destiny',but my beliefs,choices and actions. People who have come and gone in my life,and people who are still in my life,I am thankful to them cos from the chapters of their lives,I learnt and I learnt from my mistakes. I am proud of every freaking fiber of my existing mind,body and soul. Everything i say or do,i am proud of who i am cos i hold no one responsible for my happiness or sadness.I hold myself. My identity is ME=Meaningfully Evolved human being and I am proud of it.!”-Thankam Kumaran

I am not a poet by choice,

I am not a poet by choice,
I am a poet because of the time.
I pen what i feel inside
Technically wrong sometimes.
Still they are purely mine!

My words narrate my times
Sometimes complicated and confused many times.
Sometimes they won't even rhyme,
Still they are purely mine!

My writings are not classical,
They are not even philosophical.
They are just unspoken words of my life.
Still they are purely mine!

Often,i fail to paint them beautifully
But,i sketch them well!
They may appear a jigsaw to many,
But who cares!they are purely mine.

Only a true heart,who understands life,
Will understand my try.
I am not here to succeed in this field,
Just penning unspoken words of my mind

Today,i might write well!
Tommorow,i may not.
I only wish
I speak my mind!

~Thankam Kumaran

My life is a personal poem

"To paint the reality of one on this electronic sheet is difficult,it needs a bigger canvas to fill in the ever changing shades and colors of this life,to sketch myself in few words would rather be simpler...

My life is a personal poem
Where truth and honesty form the verses,
Where happiness and sorrow learn to rhyme.
My mind is my playground,
I choose to be in control.
I am not a typically tailor-made perfect woman,
I am perfect in many imperfections.
I am creative not technical,
I am human not machine,
I am simply complicated and complicatedly simple,
I am so many things yet searching to be one thing.
I speak my mind,
I am just like a diamond,
The more you break me the more shall i shine!
I don't stand to explain to those,
Who think 'their'religion is the greatest."
cos
The greatest religion is the religion of love and humanity,
I intend to be an instrument in the prosperity and well being,
of not just me but "all beings"!!
I am living simply melodiously on the banks of love and hope.
In a brighter and promising today,
For a loving and prospered tomorrow."

~Thankam Kumaran