Never Too Late

Lately it feels like there is enough reason to wait
and hold your faith in life's intention to create
days of sweat that shine like diamonds
on your forehead after days of  hard work.

Your heart's throbbing anticipating the outcome.
Expecting a win when chances of loss are handsome.
In patience you wait,
for you believe in fate.
Each victory gives the path forward.
Each loss opens newer gates.

If sailors stopped looking for land
after their many a failed attempts.
If saints shook their faith
in the powers above
when their countless prayers
were left unanswered for.

What would become of their life
if the had lost their fire.
What to live for if not to fulfil
their unfulfilled desires.

Like an injured horse left with a last race.
Like an old man working at a dying age.
Gain up the courage to regain
your passion, your dreams, it's never too late.

You and Me

Before it ends and we say goodbye,
hear my words for one last time.
For you know it is not by choice,
we are together by god's voice.

I know you feel strangled
of the worries that might become
true if our world sees the struggle
that we may face once we're one.

But do they know our breath and soul
are so tied to each other,
that through pain we learn and grow
making each other better.

They say we're not the best suited
cause of the way we're rooted.
But only we have the right to decide
whether to live together, or die.

Its not easy to find a soul
as similar in thought, as pure
Cause the way you see me, you hold
a thousand promises, a world unexplored.

The first time we were together,
we knew they won't be easy to convince.
But we never cared about them then,
so why now, after all this time.

So what matters is you and me.
Our love as deep as the sea still.
So lets take this onward journey
And hold our faith in heaven's will.

Cornered

For so long I waited it to ease.
The loneliness would never cease.
For the world round keeps on turning closer
yet I feel cornered like a loner.

The wounds on my soul have been inflicted in a way
that till today they bleed.
My faults too big for them to forgive
that I have no intentions for this guilt to be freed.

To have wanted a near perfect life,
to have worked hard for the things I liked,
to have kept my hopes up to follow my dreams
was a sin, was a sin.

They think they are wise, so wise.
Their heart full of contempt, so lies.
They think their actions and words were justified.
In whose court, I ask, must not be god's, must not be god's.

With eyes drilling me from all sides
they think they can win the war with despise.
But little do they know nothing's left of my pride.
I live to fight, with hunger, keeping pain aside.

Herself

As the first teardrop fell from her eye
she was glad, tired of holding them in for a while.
It was never easy to maintain her composure for so long
but she endured it, her tears not worthy enough to all.

She was a woman of pride
which ate her conscience at times.
But never she anticipated that one day
she would lose to reality, lose her head.

Her strength was in her beauty, her brains
her mannerism, her grace.
But it all seemed to crumble the minute
she let common opinion get to her head

Someone needs to believe in her, but why
she is too strong herself.
That's what she let others believe
so that they let her be, her lonely self.

Some battles need to be fought alone
Like hers with her inner self.
She needs a place to be called her own
The seclusion of mind gives her heart rest.