Picture...

Living my life in a slow hell
Different girl every night at the hotel
I ain't seen the sun shine in three damn days
Been fueling up on cocaine and whiskey
Wish I had a good girl to miss me
Lord I wonder if I'll ever change my ways

I put your picture away
Sat down and cried today
I can't look at you while
I'm lying next to her

I called you last night at the hotel
Everyone knows but that wont tell
But their half-hearted smiles tell me something just ain't right
I've been waiting on you for a long time
Fueling up on heartaches and cheap wine
I ain't heard from you in three damn nights

I put your picture away
I wonder where you've been
I can't look at you while
I'm lying next to him

I saw you yesterday with an old friend
It was the same o'l same how you been
Since you been gone my worlds been dark and gray
You reminded me of brighter days
I hoped you were coming home to stay
I was head of the church
I was off to drink you away

I thought about you for a long time
Can't seem to get you off my mind
I can't understand why we're living life this was

I found your picture today
I swear I'll change my ways
I just called to say I want you to come back home

I just called to say I love you

Come back home

Performed by Skid Row feat. Sheryl Crow

This song is dedicated to ...

A day of my life...

T'was a serene day, with gentle clouds rolling by lazily,
The wind was barely felt on my face yet it was soothing,
The sound of the sea water brushing past was full of tranquility
Lost in my own world
While the ferry sailed towards its destination.
Floating between my dream world and the real world
I heard a whisper...

It didnt occur real to me so I ignored it
And as I settled myself comfortably
I felt someone smile at me
And I heard the words, "good morning"
I slowly shifted my glance
Everyone in the ferry seemed to be either
Half sleeping and half trying to wake up...

There was nothing unusual,
No one I knew even...
As I moved my eyes towards the window
I finally saw him
Looking at me and smiling down on me
His brilliance over everything
Blushed for not realising it was him all along
I bid him good morning in return

And we had a sweet time
Catching up on lost times
Times I forgot he was there
Even when he was infront of me
Times I missed him for not bieng around
Times when we had so much fun
Enjoying a one on one
Just the two of us...

The Book of Love...

The book of love is long and boring

No one can lift the damn thing

It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing

But I

I love it when you read to me

And you

You can read me anything

The book of love has music in it

In fact that's where music comes from

Some of it is just transcendental

Some of it is just really dumb

But I

I love it when you sing to me

And you

You can sing me anything

The book of love is long and boring

And written very long ago

It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes

And things we're all too young to know

But I

I love it when you give me things

And you

You ought to give me wedding rings

.............

* The Book of Love - Peter Gabriel /

OST Shall we dance

Breathe...

Time flies by

Moments disappear

before the eyes

could adjust to the blinding light

How far long till this eon pass...
As my memory fades
Holding on to bits and pieces

With the blink of an eye
A second passes by,
The days follow
and so on life goes

How I yearn
For the time to stand still
Till I get my act together
Till I breathe once more
Till I die once again...

Silent Love...

There are so many words

Yet there are no words

For when I look into your eyes

No words need to be spoken

And the warmth of your smile

Is a statement in itself

And how could I ever try to explain

The trembling in my body

When I touch your face

There are no words to explain an emotion

So I open to you my mind

That you might walk

Among my Dreams and Memories

Then… and only then

You might understand my silence....

Shattered Heart...

Whether it was Chance
Or that thing called Fate

That brought you to me
I really can’t say
And I don’t believe
It really matters

For I have been lucky enough
To have the opportunity to hold you
Not just in my arms
But also in my Heart

And should the Winds of Time
Blow hard enough
To take you from my arms
You can rest assured
They will never

Take you from my Heart

Pebbles of Time

As the moon floated across the sky
And twinkled in the ripples in the lake

I sat silently beside you

And tossed pebbles into the water

From time to time you would squeeze my hand

And rest your head on my shoulder

There was no radio

No television

No pennies for your thoughts

Funny how quickly the hours passed

And how much closer I felt to you

Maybe more often

We should sit down together
And have a good, long 'Silence'

You and I

Look towards the sun as it rises
The glistening rays of its warmth flow over me

As your love flows into me and fills my soul
Reflect on the horizon far beyond at dusk

The moon reflecting its glorious glow to the seas below
Casting new light to the unimaginable depths of the sea

A sea so deep, no man could ever know all that it owns

All of the treasures that it cradles amidst the storms

That is how my love is for you

And shall remain forever more, with untold treasures
Held secretly by you and I alone

The right path...

Am old Muslim lived on a farm with his young grandson. Each morning he wakes up early and sits at the kitchen table and reads the Holy Qu'ran.
His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could.

One day the grandson asked, "Grandpa! I try to read the Qu'ran just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. What good does reading Qu'ran do?'

The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied," Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of water."

The boy did as he was told but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house. The grandfather laughed and said,"You'll have to move a little faster next time," and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again. This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home.

Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was impossible to carry water in a basket and he went to get a bucket instead. The old man said,"I don't want a bucket of water: I want a basket of water. You're just not trying hard enough," and he went outside to watch the boy try again.

At this point, the boy knew it was impossible but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak out before he got back to the house.

The boy again dipped the basket into the river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was empty again. Out of breath again he said, "See Grandpa, it's useless!"

"So you think it is useless?" The old man said,"Look at the basket."

The boy looked at the basket and for the first time he realised that the basket was different. It had been transformed from a dirty old coal basket and was now clean, inside and out.

"Son, that's what happens when you read the Holy Qu'ran. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be changed, inside and out. That is the work of Almighty Allah on our lives."

"The one who guides to good will be rewarded equally"

Thoughts...