What it is, this Pain?

What it is, this Pain? It is nothing compared to those Kafos
Dying in the hot sun hungry and in no-man's land
What it is to cry for me? When they have no tears to spend
Starving to death still living on a hope
I'm merely an ant in size, will still survive holding a rope
What it is, this Pain? It is nothing compared to those Kafos

Quiet and tender fearless they grow
Fear in me is to be lost or let go
They still lived in those hot burning sun
I sob in my room for a small thing or none
What it is, this Pain? It is nothing compared to those Kafos
Dying in the hot sun hungry and in a no-man's land
What it is to cry for me? When they have no tears to spend

Teams of endearment holds good for all
Loved am I to the fullest but not sufficient at all
Crazy am I and people like me
All we have but no eyes to see
What it is, this Pain? It is nothing compared to those Kafos

Above Everything

Where the sky meets the earth,
where the rains kiss the greens,
where sun look small and stars shine bright,
let's go there and see what's in for you and me.

Where no pain come our way,
Where no sorrows have sowed their seeds,
where no happiness has any limit and
where nothing flounders a thing
What a dream to be living in!!

The language has no barrier
the music that's so soothing
the light has no dark and
the moving has no stop
Come lets go there and see what's in for you and me!

To give a complex to the complex,
to make them feel jealous,
to shine brightly at the world's most incandescent thing and
to seem smarter than everything,
ah! what a feeling?

Where the sky meets the earth,
where the rains kiss the greens,
where sun look small and stars shine bright,
let's go there and see what's in for you and me.

cloudy day

Dark and cloudy it is outside,
silent and drizzling to soothe...
Mild and quiet is my heart,
enjoying in mute.
Tipssy I feel-drunken to the core,
enticing is this soft cool breeze,
nature's ectasy- hitting me more.
Bright red rosses and leaves so green,
this little rain and kept everything clean.
It may be a call for eternal gay,
perhaps! we know its just the beginning of May.
Spiritually touched and mentally accompanied,
thus is my feeling as I walk in this field.
Walk along, hold my hand....
lets quietly whisk leaving footprints on sand.