Before The Take Off


I am a seedling,
All out in the open,
Rolled through rocky mountain trails,
And over muddy path...


Gasping to bloom into what my ancestors were,
To bloom into magnificence,
Was not a duty nor a destiny,
It was a choice...


A choice to believe,
To be nurtured,
Because...
A seedling can never be too safe,


Human eye's are the best predator,
Picking on the good to keep...
The battered is only good as reserves,
Often goes into rot,


The battered came a long way,
No eyes sees the route,
Just the last product,
Full of scars and bruises...


Who in the end,
Looking too frail to hold up,
Thus, given up,
For human is afraid of another burial...


As they go by the seasons...
In nature's way.


p/s: Uncle Nanda, I don't know why I ended up with something like this. I had no idea but I'm keeping the title and it's sort of a point of view? I don't know what to call this. cheers!

Unbeatable


You're telling me that everythings going to be good,
But what I need is assurance from you...
'cause when images of you keep running in my mind,
All I could do is sit and watch,


I had them all set up,
So I could be there next to you,
Just so I can wake up the very next day,
To see them being swallowed in the wave,


All I need is...
You...
'cause thats all I need to be complete...
All of me is found with you around...


Its tough to reality check,
Knowing how hard it'll be,
For you to hold my heart,
And not give it back,


Beating the miles,
Forgetting to check on time,
Is what we need,
To reunite...


But are you afraid?
Of this heart I am giving out...
I was once afraid,
But knowing that its you...
Sank all my fears... Far away from me...


That's because...


All I need is...
You...
'cause thats all I need to be complete...
All of me is found with you around...


So will you try...
Not to give up so soon...
For I am chasing the miles,
And forgetting time...

Every Song's A Story


There's a story behind,
Every little voice,
That song we sang of yesterdays,
For you and for me...
Both a different picture altogether,
Making it your song and my song,
Same in tune just different emotions...


What a ditty!
Yours, mine and ours,
A queer little riddle...
But thats what life is all about,


A song
A riddle
A rhyme
A little Queer
A little Mystery
and Curiosity


I am reminded of them when
I sing my song as you sing yours
Just, not so aligned in fashion and taste
'cause I'm making You my song
My story
and...
Altogether mine