I Have a Dream

A dream I have,I urge to tell,
In green fields,a place to dwell.
A little house,our paradise,
N watch in bed,the red sunrise.

It's first streak will lit your face,
You'll open ur eyes,I'm your first gaze.
The bliss,a kiss to start the day,
I'd dream in the dream such another day.

Will you be all this while with me......

A clown I'll be,and act silly,
To see a grin on your face,pass playfully,
A lake we'll have,our place surround,
I'd jump in and out,I'd go round and round.

This lake,this place,in nature's lap,
No soul would find,on any map,
Stand on my head,give all I have,
Your sweet smile,is all I crave.

Will you always smile with me.......

Some warm July,as days go by,
A sun will shine,but not for me,
An old man,as I would be.
Afraid to cross,the road alone,
Afraid to leave,my little home.

I might fear,as end comes near,
scenes from my life,appear crystal clear,
This dream I had,I'll walk upon,
My last mile,in the world I'd known.

Will you walk down that mile with me.....

Will you.....
Will you.....

Will you walk down the aisle with me.....

Bellyache Woman

"Have you ever bought me a diamond ring,
Have you ever known,girl's dreams have wings,
Chap you don't take good care of me,
Your lust for the next door girl I see."

Do me Pity,O Fraternity!
Bear my slogan.
Atrocity,Stolidity,
One good omen..

Bellyache woman!

It's been ages since you took me out,
Woes not,woos,ah! please don't shout.
"Love you,darling!",that's just cliché,
Babble,blah,prattle,balderdash it may.

Do me Pity,O Fraternity!
Bear my slogan.
Atrocity,Stolidity,
One good omen..

Bellyache woman!

The Last Spring

A shattering sound,
Was it a broken heart,
Was it a broken hope,
Oh no...
Was that heart that fragile,
Led that voice to an exile,
From where it was,
Never to return...
That one pregnant pause,
Expanded to years of eerie silence,
That one dark chapter of his life,
As he succumbed to violence.

Even the naked tree of an autumn stands high with the hope of a new beginning,
But what to become,of a man of autumn,who's over with his last spring.

Midst all deceivers,
A silent perceiver,
As he sits under shade of that tree.
Days of his courtship,
That he used to worship,
The girl of his memories.

Even an unsung,unrung,worn out harp,in a maestro's hand might begin to ring,
But what to become,of a man of autumn,who's over with his last spring.

Even the sun of a usurped ruler might one day live to become a king,
But what to become,of a man of autumn,who's over with his last spring.