The Never-ending Journey

When people look back at their lives,
they might have a tear or smile...
but when i look back at the past,
as far as the light lasts,
all i can see is nothing,
and just as i am turning,
i look back again at what is gone,
trying to search what was right or wrong,
but then again i see a blank slate,
and then i turn around and start walking straight...

i keep walking, and walking and still keep walking...
while walking i hear some people calling,
then to me there are people talking,
then also some who are mocking...
i stop for a while and watch them,
talk to them, and then move ahead...

some of them i can still hear as i move away,
but then i wasn't meant to stay...
no matter what emotions i feel at any stage,
life at its own favourite pace,
keeps walking without a pause,
and i find myself in this endless journey caught...

i want to be able to stay, feel the emotions,
talk to everyone person to person,
then like i am standing on a roller belt,
i can barely hear what you last said...
i willingly or unwillingly move forward,
till i feel that the most honest voice i heard,

and then for probably the last time,
to turn around i make up my mind,
but then again i see a blank slate,
and then i turn around and start walking straight...

i keep walking, and walking and still keep walking...

Fall to Flight

this moment, this moment when we meet again,
when we share together this one pain...
i really don't know where it ends,
where exactly is that bend?
it seems i am going around in circles,
and after a revolution further,
i meet you again at this place,
and as we stand face to face,
it seems we are a reflection of each other,
to touch the mirror as we bother,
there is this sudden burst of light,
that makes everything pure white,
and we all of sudden start to fall,
into this never ending 'white-hole'
it is not long before i realise,
that we are actually heading towards the sky...
and on this never ending flight, i close my eyes,
to see myself still flying without the end in sight
and then again, i close my eyes,
to see myself still flying without the end in sight
and then again, i close my eyes,
to see myself still flying without the end in sight
and then again, i close my eyes...

End of the Spirit of the Sun?

so the bird it seems is burning down to ashes,
but no one knows what kind of bird it is...
is it going to be forgotten when it is finished,
or will it resurrect like the phoenix?
time will eventually tell the tale of its fate,
but the bird is impatiently fluttering under this weight
will it remain alive to tell its tale of rising again,
will it be able to endure this never-ending pain?
or will it go and be one with the mighty one?
Is this perhaps, then the end of the Spirit of the Sun?

The Magic of your words

Just when the darkest cloud has cast it shadow,

and the world around me has turned mellow, 

just a kind word from you, 

oh the magic it can do...

There is in my life, so much light,

that it is bright, even at night...

All the worries, all the tension,

have gone without a mention...

Suddenly life is full of happiness, 

Your kind words have taken away the stress...

How I really wish,

If only you knew this,

that just a kind word from you,

oh the magic it can do...