Solitary You.

Reckoned dreams would unfold the truth
Of those beautiful eyes,
You forgot the cast behind your solitary you.
I waited in the line of a doubted queue
As I was waiting for a heavenly clue.

Oh my Admirer,
What has become of you?
You forgot the cast behind your solitary you.

The miles I have flew,
Yet you have no clue,
Of how much we can chew
You forgot the cast behind your solitary you.

Now the venue is all alone,
Thoughts of your bygone love,
We will cherish, and value of being so close,
Only if only you could undo,
As I waited in the line of a doubted queue,
You forgot the cast behind your solitary you.....

Won't Let You Know

I won't let you know,the reason of my smile,
I won't let you cry, for the jokes I had in my life,
Precious times of yours, and I know my lot,
Won't change any good or at all.

The reasons are dead and the thoughts are betrayed,
The love of yours have given an end to harsh blues,
Your truth is eclipsed, and my lies are unworthy of
Lost in the middle of waves, just like the words of shrinking truth
Alone in forest of deserted berries,
Tasted sin and did some good,
I won't let you know, My Love
For more I loved you I can ever show.
Won't Let you Know, Won't Let you know.

Love-Struck? Let it be.

Do Love comes with terms and conditions? If yes, what's the point of coming in condition then?
Did the moon share it's beauty with selected ones? Or the sunshine is brighter on the chosen one?
Do rain drops fall down confusedly?
Love, If you'll ask is corrupted by expectations. We set formula to gain the love,although there are trillion ways of losing it.Can we love a person without expecting anything in return?
I guess, Humans heart are designed that way. We expect and insecurity seeps in. And modulate the other person's individuality. Gradually, you become annoying cause your head with the standards it had set. You forgot who you are and what you are. And your so-called love has turned into sociable protocol.
Do you really wanted to be the person which you are now? Before you notice, you have became one.
If you 'll ask me what I would have done if I were that person: I would simply bring down the curtains of Condition and let the wind pass as expectedly. It's not about you, me or us. It's about the promise we make to our-self when we were about to fall asleep. That we 'll wake up from our ignorance.

Racism

Beyond the white and black issues,
Racism performed well in the name.
Past injustice is still the one,
Evil crimes and innocence dies,
It's still the racism.
Justification and defense quotes can't prevail it,
It's just the racism.

Right to equality and belonging to society,
All Racist are still the same regardless.
Where Humanity is defeated by Racism,
Where Life is shedding her tears given by the wounds of Racism.
  

Myth

Odd exchange direct you to a random journey,
Where prayers be endowed with breath,
Where the sun is king and the air is unbiased,

Even if the magnetic waves catches you,
Alike wherever witchery flings you,
by the gamelan music in the ear
Or the dancers of barong,
With the outfits of hoop,
Or the carnival of spice,
With the swell of rice,
Or the pyramids of light,
And the Temples of white.

Oh stay, Oh stay ....
For the lonely gaze of our face.
I'll lie next to you to rise and fall,
With you.

Rise

The history you wrote with your sour and tales of lies
You may pace me in the sheer mud
But I 'll Rise .....

My boldness upsets you ?
Still my worries caused you misery ?
Because i held my head so high
Pumping in my heart

Like pumpkin and like sun
With belief of tides
Just like the hopes leap high
I 'll Rise ......

Curious eyes that wanted to see me broken , bowed head and lowered eyes
Spirits falling down like teardrops and soulful cries ?
Still I 'll Rise ......

You pumped me with your words,
You rip me with your eyes,
Often killed by your hate-fullness,
But like a breeze
I 'll Rise ......

Out of the shame of being raped, chained and often drugged for sex
I 'll Rise .....
From the past that was grounded by pain
I 'll Rise ......
Escaping the nights of fright and doubts
I 'll Rise .....
Like a dream of a morn
I 'll Rise ......

The Silent Warrior

The clutch of thoughts couldn't bind her,
Her radiant eyes, grave face and hands was on her sword-hilt
Drifted her head high,

Knowing her all skills, believing her innovations 
Fighting for the love of dance, dance of quest 
The spark of metal and boo of flames was like music written
Just for her,

Her fighting was for glory, not for blood- shed,
They were weir-lind, the heritor of the warrior stone    
She always slept better with blades beneath her bed.   

She gently whispered," I am someone to fear, not to hunt,"