For You...

Holding her hand in mine,
This radiant girl, my valentine.
Her skin as fair as snow,
Her love as beautiful as aurora's glow.

Her eyes, piercing and brown;
Her voice, the most addictive sound;
Her love, my crown;
And whose cooking shall keep me very round.

Her hair gets everywhere,
Tickles and chokes.
But her cute stare
Makes up for her hair being the butt of jokes.

I know of these and more,
It is for these that I adore,
The girl who has now become my life,
The woman who will soon be my wife.

Life...

What is life, has it been worth the fight?

All that seem to matter is who’s left and who is right.

People don’t seem to care if you die of fright;

They would rather you tremble at their might.

Tell, do tell, when you stare at screens of light,

Do you see the future or peer into some mystical, divine sight?

Will it kill you to look up and see your fellow man’s plight

Or are you content at their blight?

Centuries of war, struggle and strife,

Toiled now into land’s history;

Burned into pages and memories of life,

Yet, the lessons are all a mystery.

Welcome to the new world,

Where technology runs the lives of people,

Where avarice and megalomania thrives

And there’s no stopping to the ripple.

Welcome to the new age,

Where being tech savvy makes you a mage,

Where the ability to get a billion likes make you a sage,

Where insults drive people to jump off a ledge.

What is life, can you tell me;

What have we fought for so hard and so long?

To be void of all emotion and compassion to see

Just where along this empty road did we go wrong?

Beauty...

Lined faces, worn and battered;

Soulless eyes, empty and tired;

Lifeless bodies, destitute and hagged;

Waiting, slaving, to retire or be fired.

No time, more crime;

Rushing along, no swan song;

Vindictively maim while being a hypocritical mime,

Worshipping God while ringing Satan's gong.

Is it true that beauty can not be found;

You claim that evil and corruption is all around.

Do you not see God's magic on earth's sacred ground;

Do you not hear nature's magnificent siren songs and sound? 

To see beauty, you need not look far;

Look to the memories behind each and every scar;

Or even in the way you look when you admire a star;

They all tell me who you truly are.

Beautiful,

It's what you're meant to be.

Beauty,

It's in the way you look at me.

Family...

As I lie here awake tonight,

Pondering the meaning of life,

And gazing into a faraway forest,

I am reminded of when I first met my wife.

It was a breezy summer's day

And I didn't know just what to say

Because she took my breath away

On that beautiful day in May.

She wore her favourite dress with little flowers

And her hair was tied with little bows.

I can still recall staring at her for hours

And sometimes I can't help but wonder if she knows.

I can still recall our first conversation quite clearly,

It's something your granny would have described as full of irony.

You see, my grandchild, grandpa used to be an army man.

Yet, I was stuttering away in your grandma's company.

Then came the war

And we said our goodbyes.

I can still remember the tears falling from her eyes

And I realised then that this was what I was fighting for.

We wrote to each other whenever we could;

She had finished her studies and became a nurse

And I fought hard to keep her safe, like any man should,

Even if it meant fighting the entire universe.

We got married after the war,

Even though we didn't know what was in store,

We knew that we loved each other

And that was enough for us to not ask for more.

Then came the day your dad was born.

That was the happiest day of your granny's life.

Even though her body was bloodied and torn,

That was the happiest I've seen my wife.

She was strong and cheerful.

While she lived, there was nothing she couldn't do.

She wasn't afraid of calling it as it is

And if you asked her for a shoe, she'll give you two.

Even in death she never showed fear.

I remember her last words, oh so clear.

It was what I said to her on our anniversary, the first year.

"Even death won't stop me from loving you, dear".

You see, champ, your grandma was the meaning of my life.

A caring companion, loyal lover, an honest friend,

A confidant, brilliant cook and a mother to the very end,

And most importantly, she was my wife.

With that, grandpa turned over on his side,

Muttering a soft goodnight.

When morning came, he was pale with eyes opened wide.

Beside him was a note reading - "Grandma's waiting for me in the light".

Angel of Death...

Rain dances around me and patters my face

As lightning flashes across the midnight sky.

The last thing I remember is of her warm embrace

As she hugged me and kissed goodbye.

I've told this story only once before,

It's about a girl I once loved and cared for.
Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't anymore,

I Just don't see how when she's at heaven's door.

You see, she had cancer but wouldn't say,

I guess she loved me too much to let me know.

Perhaps she didn't trust me enough anyway,

Thinking that I'd blow it off as some sympathy show.

Snow dances around me now and licks my face

As I am lost in the warmth of her grace.

I see her in a distance, yet as if looking through haze,

I sense her charming smile as if calling me from my daze

Blood stains the snow around me,

Suddenly, all at once, it's plain to see.

I remembered driving way too fast

And the next thing I remember was a huge blast.

So, it has come to this,

A life well lived and quickly spent.

Now, should I find eternal peace

Or shall I be damned to repent?

Either way, I know I'm due

To pay for my sins, it's true.

I have but one rue,

That I cannot spend my life with you.

Because of You...

Have you ever felt this way-

Seeing the girl of your dreams,

Wanting to talk to her, yet not knowing what to say?

Like a beckoning mirage with its promising gleams.

Have you ever felt so-

Like when you look at her late at night

You instantly know,

That being with her, everything will be alright.

It's like breathing air

For the first time in your life

And as you lose yourself in her stare,

You find yourself imagining that she's your wife.

How do you tell her she changed your life;

From the moment you met her here

All your troubles and all your strife

Seem so small, and that you hold her dear.

How do you let her know

That when she laughs, you see her glow;

That when you're with her, you let your true self show.

How do you tell her you won't ever let her go?

As cliche as it may be,

With you, I can be free;

With you, I am me.

But without you, I can't see.

Yes, I know how lame it sounds,

But you have no idea what she means to me.

For her, I'd run perilous grounds

To be by her side, for that's where I'd rather be.

So know that snow and rain won't wash away my pain

Should I ever lose you.

For you have taken away my hate and disdain,

And taught me how to love again, it's true.

For Her...

There's this girl I know,

She's the strongest girl I've met.

Often, she hides her pain, not letting it show

And faking a smile or two when she's actually sad.

She's been hurt and cut deep inside.

She pushed me away, thinking she can hide

Her bitter pain, her tearful sorrow;

Thinking her tear stains will fade come tomorrow.

Honestly, I know not her past

But I know her feeling.

For the memories I've hidden behind my cast

Will leave you reeling

I see the warmth she longs for,

I see the love she yearns but fears,

I see the strength she has in store,

I see it guiding her through her years.

Yet, as I say this, I can see

That she may not feel the same way about me.

Nonetheless, it is her that I adore

And I'll care for her forevermore...