Tiger's Child

When i first met him, saw him with anger and fury written all over his eyes.
with his hair messed up and eyes clouded with the dark experiences
that he had before. not understanding who he was or why he was the way he was.
i have known him for some time now. and over time he had made peace with himself who was his worse enemy as i recall. recently i got this message from him.
' today i sit on the jetty where my feet touches the water, wind on my face, and i held my head high and realized how beautiful god has created this world and how stress has god given to our lives. but life is beautiful also with stress.'

longin

life has becom so unprdictable and it scares me...
sometimes you know that somethin is not meant to be..
but still ur heart longs for it...
god shows you so many clues...
still it becoms so so hard to forsee it...
often I tell myself that this is for the best....
miss so much long so mch..
alive and so many times feel like a strangr alone in d crowd..
arent we all dho.....

shooting star

when I sleep at night feels like your arms are
wrapped around me,
tears sting my eyes in the mornin
turning around to see that i am alone
no warmth or confort on the bedside
forlonely I get up to start yet another day
when will i accept the fact that it was just a fantasy
which was like a shooting star
A beatiful moment which lasted a few seconds

It doesnt matter

It actually doesnt make a difference whether you miss me or not
coz you are not with me
It doesnt make a difference whether you love me or not
coz you dont trust our love
It doesnt make a difference whether you care or not
coz you couldnt stand by me when i needed you the most

the moment

sitting alone on a white streched beach
waves slowly caressing the shore with loving tenderness
clear lagoon shimmering under the moonlight
clouds playfully teasing the moon
changing their patterns in the sky
lazily my hand going throuh the soft sandy beach
salty wind touching my skin......

mmm.....nice