Like a valiant sailor, I brave through the waters of life, The current so strong, the current of wrong, of pain, of sorrow… Pulling me in, plunging me in the depths of sin. The turbulent ocean, the intimidating skies, I am alone…. Alone, to navigate my way home… Searching…. searching

Six humans trapped by happenstance In black and bitter cold. Each one possessed a stick of wood, Or so the story’s told. Their dying fire in need of logs, The first woman held hers back For on the faces around the fire, She noticed one was black. The next man

I can teach you things but I cannot make you learn. I can allow you freedom but I cannot be responsible for you. I can teach you to share but I cannot make you unselfish. I can tell you about kindness but I cannot make you gracious. I gave you

It don’t matter what happened in the past Because what we have, it’s gonna last You make me smile Your worth my while You let me know how you feel Which lets me know you’re the real deal You let me see, what you mean to me Without you, who

The moment you caught my eyes among the masses, The very moment I felt the compensation of all my past losses. The moment you got a soft corner in my heart, The very moment my typical ‘deewanapan’ got its start. The moment I proposed you with a rose, The very

Start where you stand and never mind the past, The past won’t help you in beginning new, If you have left it all behind at last Why, that’s enough, you’re done with it, you’re through; This is another chapter in the book, This is another race that you have planned,