Only the Lovely

There are days when we stop time,
And the sun still fails to shine enough,
To brighten that day,

There are days we fail ourselves,
And form dark moments with not enough clouds,
To stop the tears of joy,

There are times i crave for a pen,
And fail to commit my heart to a worthy paper,
To say just who you are to me,

There are times we travel far away,
And never far as my dreams have fetched for you,
To tire me out and say no more,

There are moments i doubt reality,
And my life feels worth living more than once,
To meet you in the next life, dear,

There are moments i want to cherish,
And keep them safe in the holiest grail ever,
To have kept the sweetest of moments.

Can't be any better [Madness version]

Have you seen the rain?
As it pounds the dusty dust,
Changing colour just as a proof of point?
Have you seen it,the crystal vacuum?
Right among a million of them and shining.

And the star, did you see it?
Right in the middle of the galaxy?
There were children too,you saw them?
Standing next to you at two feet tall,
But the children counted the stars!

The Love, did you learn its etiquette?
That you should always chew but never swallow?
Hot as it was, did it mean anything to you?
All along you have been in love, yes indeed,
It just took you more time to taste it.

Has your life ever been so real?
Even now that its ransomed, was it yours?
You think its worth all the fight for nothing?
Its time you let it go, and all of it,let it go,
Just count the stars, love more and chew dust.

The Twilight Melody

The last notes of the melody were still echoing,
Once again the twilights had witnessed a fall,
The calm nightly breeze epitomized the grim-reaper,
Of the six lifists, two lived to tell the sorry tale,
The third of the crowd lived but not to be seen again,
On the sixth hour of the night, death came calling,
Thats when the fourth of the six proved his loyalty,
Only to be too late, Number five was already gone,
The alley lost company as soon as the scuffle ensued,
On such nights no one cared how and where home was,
The same time the sixth of the six tried call home,
One last time for her to call for help, all in vain,
That was same time the phone rang, the sad melody.

Breach of Death

He sat there deep in a gaze,
Pursuing dreams while wide awake,
His precious final hours, daydreaming,
After marrying and later divorcing the books,
He had got his dream job where he never slept,

He now believes he's the author,
Of the life that he's about to lose,
He has authored other people's books instead,
In their hearts they lack words to express him,
But this role of a model is coming to an end,

I pray that his books may prosper,
More than his life given a second chance,
With every word he could feel the quill dry,
Page after page he watched the paper fade away,
An unpublished book.He died a very lonely man.