bhamtya
07-25-2010, 02:44 AM
here's sum of my work.
CRAVE FOR YESTERDAY
its so easy to leave
bt hard to cum back
whn we knw wat we lost
we knw wat we lack
and yet everyday
we crave for d past
till we close our eyes
and breathe our last
we feel remorse repentance
and a meloncholy pain
we feel greedy enough
to leave the future slain
dats wat we call nostalgia
bt its not d righteous way
whn we kill our present
and keep d future at bay...
for a past dat we lost
and can have never
dats whn we lose hope
to b happy ever
bt we never think
of our buddy...today
we always run for
our foe...yesterday
yesterday was sweet
today is quite bitter
bt yesterday is gone
dnt send today to litter.
ders still hope left
bt nt in d days gone
ders no point in self-pity
and sulking in d mourn
so we must wake
to d call of today
keep future in sight
and past at bay...
sum call it enlightenment
I always call it existance
dats no mere survival
ders a longing forbidance.
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MY DAD.....
he held my hand
and made me a man
he told me d stories
of gods n clan
he bought me candies
and encourged my dreams
he pampered me with chocolates
and cherries and creams
he goes abroad at tyms
and earns for my home
he protects our family
from evils n shadow-lomes
he brought out a character
and imbibed true spirit
and inculcated etiquettes
and gave lessons of wit
he strenthend d bonds
and built his own society
and worshipd his belief
and helpd d community
he will always be my star
an idol for my goals
he will always be my support
and barrier in d fouls
i troubled him a lot
bt he fares patiently
he loves me unconditionally
and lifts me ardently
a simple gesture of anger
and i m checked in my wrongs
he does dat for my person
he works all my songs
i proceeded yet to cross him
and try his unending patience
bt he bears it all silently
and consoles my vacance
when i m lonely
i introspect my doings
i feel sorry for the trouble
and for my foolings
i never said sorry 2 him
because saying sorry is a crime
when d bond is too deep-
which goes in eternity of tym
i wish to amend all wrongs
bt i m indebted to him forever
he is my dad
i will leave him alone....never
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TALE OF TWO BEAUTIES
her father was a knight
and mother a maid of queen
she was beautiful daughter
of d loveliest couple ever seen
her face was fair as marble
her body a snow-white shade
her hair was auburn blonde
which her mother skillfully made
bt her beauty was her vanity
as she started soaring in sky
she taunted d royal throne
by jeering d princess in eye
whn his highness heard of dis
his rage flew over d edge
he ordered her beheaded
and thrown out wid a sledge
her parents came to knw
of d foolish girls blunder
and once dey went to king
to beg for der daughter's plunder
dey begged n pleaded
wid der pride all washed in haste
at last d king cooled down
and shook his head in waste
he reduced d girls sentence
bt deported her frm d city
she was to leave wid a lady
whose profession was dat of pity
d girl was asked to assist her
in cleaning all royal washrooms
wid all scrubs and paraphernalia
and huge cleaning brooms
d girl was resentful in d start
bt shame overcame her pride
she learned dat her guardian
was once a beautiful bride
she begged to hear d whole story
bt was asked to keep it a hush
she readily accepted d condition
while giving d floor a brush
her foster mother started d tale
dat she was once a queen
a proud daughter of royal couple
d loveliest couple ever seen.
bt again d beauty was a vanity
as she ran for d sky
and taunted her very husband
by jeering her daughter in eye...
composed and edited by bhamtya
CRAVE FOR YESTERDAY
its so easy to leave
bt hard to cum back
whn we knw wat we lost
we knw wat we lack
and yet everyday
we crave for d past
till we close our eyes
and breathe our last
we feel remorse repentance
and a meloncholy pain
we feel greedy enough
to leave the future slain
dats wat we call nostalgia
bt its not d righteous way
whn we kill our present
and keep d future at bay...
for a past dat we lost
and can have never
dats whn we lose hope
to b happy ever
bt we never think
of our buddy...today
we always run for
our foe...yesterday
yesterday was sweet
today is quite bitter
bt yesterday is gone
dnt send today to litter.
ders still hope left
bt nt in d days gone
ders no point in self-pity
and sulking in d mourn
so we must wake
to d call of today
keep future in sight
and past at bay...
sum call it enlightenment
I always call it existance
dats no mere survival
ders a longing forbidance.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
MY DAD.....
he held my hand
and made me a man
he told me d stories
of gods n clan
he bought me candies
and encourged my dreams
he pampered me with chocolates
and cherries and creams
he goes abroad at tyms
and earns for my home
he protects our family
from evils n shadow-lomes
he brought out a character
and imbibed true spirit
and inculcated etiquettes
and gave lessons of wit
he strenthend d bonds
and built his own society
and worshipd his belief
and helpd d community
he will always be my star
an idol for my goals
he will always be my support
and barrier in d fouls
i troubled him a lot
bt he fares patiently
he loves me unconditionally
and lifts me ardently
a simple gesture of anger
and i m checked in my wrongs
he does dat for my person
he works all my songs
i proceeded yet to cross him
and try his unending patience
bt he bears it all silently
and consoles my vacance
when i m lonely
i introspect my doings
i feel sorry for the trouble
and for my foolings
i never said sorry 2 him
because saying sorry is a crime
when d bond is too deep-
which goes in eternity of tym
i wish to amend all wrongs
bt i m indebted to him forever
he is my dad
i will leave him alone....never
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
TALE OF TWO BEAUTIES
her father was a knight
and mother a maid of queen
she was beautiful daughter
of d loveliest couple ever seen
her face was fair as marble
her body a snow-white shade
her hair was auburn blonde
which her mother skillfully made
bt her beauty was her vanity
as she started soaring in sky
she taunted d royal throne
by jeering d princess in eye
whn his highness heard of dis
his rage flew over d edge
he ordered her beheaded
and thrown out wid a sledge
her parents came to knw
of d foolish girls blunder
and once dey went to king
to beg for der daughter's plunder
dey begged n pleaded
wid der pride all washed in haste
at last d king cooled down
and shook his head in waste
he reduced d girls sentence
bt deported her frm d city
she was to leave wid a lady
whose profession was dat of pity
d girl was asked to assist her
in cleaning all royal washrooms
wid all scrubs and paraphernalia
and huge cleaning brooms
d girl was resentful in d start
bt shame overcame her pride
she learned dat her guardian
was once a beautiful bride
she begged to hear d whole story
bt was asked to keep it a hush
she readily accepted d condition
while giving d floor a brush
her foster mother started d tale
dat she was once a queen
a proud daughter of royal couple
d loveliest couple ever seen.
bt again d beauty was a vanity
as she ran for d sky
and taunted her very husband
by jeering her daughter in eye...
composed and edited by bhamtya