SPLIT SECONDS

It can rain, it can shine.

It can even make a shrine.

At instant or gradual.

One can turn to ritual.

None can know when for sure.

It can turn dark to light.

Few do know words we speak.

Can even make us fight.

Some don’t even hardly know.

Split seconds does there lies.

Between death and alive.

Treasure Hunter

Gifts of glory given with care.

Lifts up spirit with so much share.

Splendid gestures which are rare.

Make them want is more of spare.

Some are smart that they do dare.

Keep on hunting hidden or bare.

For more of treasure they admire.

Enough is not in book of their.

SOMEONE SPECIAL

Anyone can hold your hands,

Anyone can make you laugh.

Anyone can give you hugs,

Anyone can make praise.

Someone special only can,

Make you feel truly safe.

Someone special truly can,

Love you with all they have. 

When Is Enough.

Across all the land,and all around the globe.

Women of all tastes,with awesome nice lobes.

Waking all your senses,making them you want.

Lusty for the turn,to ease your burning soul.

Half of them hoping,for you them are all.

Clever are you making, so much them believe.

Forever you will stay,never will you leave.

So wise that you know,how time you manage.

To make each happy,without feeling rage.

I wonder when enough,for you is the gauge.

To which mileage,the hunger of yours goes.

Together or Alone

I have waited half my time.

To have you truly by my side.

Listening hearing all your rhymes.

Though it varies every time.

Holding on to firm and strong.

While it tells me something's wrong.

Thinking more on past events.

Made me look for some effects.

Tough times made me do detect.

With or without I should select.

Together or alone I should react.

For beginning anew firm and erect.

Now or Never

Walking down the road of life.

Blessings comes in different forms.

Some as friends some as fans.

Some as family some as mates.

Some  of us keep contact.

Some say hi and some say bye.

Some of them keeping count.

Some say why keep account.

Some just wish forever they stay.

Some  ignores the blessings away.

Deep in heart when they know.

What they want is at the door.

Blessing comes always with luck.

For Now or never some blessings come up.

Action Speaks Louder

Along life's journey few sees the light.

For some life is dim for some it burns bright.

Some tend to talk yet few walk the talk.

Few knows the know how, For some its folk.

Gestures of  caring, is kept as a veil. 

Tender ways of listening for some is the bait.

Caring sharing and loving for some just words.

Few makes an effort to give words it's form.

 

TACTFUL

Sometimes its fruitful to be tactful.

At times if not very careful.

The tact doesn't become useful.

Tactics though you have so meaningful.

It cannot be helpful coz I know it is harmful.

I do know what you say is deceitful.
Though what you try to say is tasteful.

Nothing you say makes me hopeful.

I am waiting though you are not faithful.

Will I Ever

Will I ever be able to get  it back on track.

While I only see is slack and all that is black.

Will I ever be able to cross these misty roads.

While I only see is  goons wearing hoods.

Will I ever be able to walk the rusty paths.

While deep within I know it is all full of thorns.