If there were no words
No way to speak
I would still hear you

If there were no tears
No way to feel inside
I'd still feel for you

And even if the sun refuse to shine
Even if romance ran out of rhyme
You would still have my heart
Until the end of time
You're all i need
My love, my valentine

All of my life
I have been waiting for
All you give to me
You've opened my eyes
And showed me how to love unselfishly

I've dreamed of this a thousand times before
In my dreams i couldnt love you more
I will give you my heart
Until the end of time
You're all i need
My love, my valentine


And even if the sun refuse to shine
Even if romance ran out of rhyme
You would still have my heart
Until the end of time
Cuz all i need
Is you, my valentine

You're all i need
My love, my valentine

SONGS OF SORROWS

It was 1 in midnight..i rubbed ma eyes...n again tried to see in telescope...i didn't find anything outside ...cool air blowing .suddenly i saw car stopped in front of other apartment facing ma apartment. A lady came out of it shouting ,i was nt able to what she said but they were fighting..she closed door with a great force n while closing she was on verge to fall.Then she got stable & started walking to her apartment.She was swinging in air as she had drunk more than she can handle.She passed lawn n got an entry to her building . ma My friend Roger was leaving for army training.so he gave me his telescope as he no more can carry n use it their.we were gud hangout friends n shared many things.i was adopted child by Mrs.Gofer who when lost her husband adopted me n took care of me.she was the only one i know from ma childhood.i use to do part time job at the near post office n in early morning put the milk bottles in the area.As Mrs.Gofer was old enough to earn i was helping her to run house.I saw a light glowing in one window.I moved ma eyes to the telescope n saw the same lady moving in her leaving room removing her overcoat n hat.she then moved to kitchen till then ma view was blocked by the wall .she then carried milk bottle in her hand n sat on the chair facing her back to window.i was watching her all actions clearly.she was in tension.n look very nervous.she took her hair to one side n tied them .she had wore a long white shirt.she suddenly bend as if she was crying n took sip of milk n kept the bottle on table. n again she started to cry .rubbing her eyes she hit the bottle n the milk spell out from it n spread all over the table.she started to cry more intensely as is she had a huge fight on some issue n slept their keeping her head on the hand ..i saw her couple of Min's.i was felling sleepy rubbed ma eyes n watch ma alarm clock it was 1 past 45..i got to bed n slept.thnking the reason why she was crying..i woke up at 4.30 n went to ma telescope n try to check her n she was on the same place

I'II be wid uu

It was autumn again. Sucking in the warm morning breeze, Mary smiled as she stretched her arms wide, as though embracing the beauty of nature. Jumping up and down in glee, she swirled around in the garden, with her long silky jet-black hair dancing behind her. By anyone’s standards, she was beautiful. Her cherry lips often gave way to smiles and laughter and her eyes a beautiful shade of blue.

She let the wind sting her cheeks as she ran around the garden, shrieking in joy, when she skidded on the fallen leaves only to find herself resting on the strong grasp of a hand. Opening her eyes, her heart momentarily stopped beating as she came face to face with a freckled-faced man. He grinned, revealing a row of yellowish teeth, and then opened his mouth, sending out a weave of nasty stench which smelled like a thousand rotten apples. Mary widened her eyes in horror, shocking the man as he lost grip of her and she fell on the floor.

Moaning miserably, she got up slowly from her supine position and grunted, flinging expletives at the bewildered man. But he only looked down without a word. “Are you mute! Can’t you even say sorry!” Mary cried out in frustration and stomped off. The man sighed and shook his head, picking up his broom to continue sweeping the fallen leaves.

The next day, Mary sat under a tree in the same garden, burying her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. Suddenly, she felt her nose twitch as an unbearable stench gushed into her nostrils and she looked up, only to see a white handkerchief.

“You again” she folded her arms, obviously annoyed. The man lifted his right hand to the side of his forehead, an indication that he was sorry. He then pointed to the handkerchief, motioning her to wipe her tears. “A-Are you really… mute?” Mary stammered, afraid to know the answer. Instead, the man smiled, and distorted his face using his hands so he looked hilariously frightful. Mary laughed, and he whipped out a piece of paper from his back pocket and started scribbling. Like this, a few hours passed.

“If only my boyfriend was as understanding as you, John…” She mused sadly and continued, “But it doesn’t matter anymore.” And they sat in silence in the middle of the garden where brown leaves scattered, and where a beautiful friendship was already blossoming.

Day after day, Mary would look for John in the garden, where he would be sweeping the leaves. They enjoyed each other’s company immensely, even if it meant communicating through scraps of paper. Many a time, Mary did the talking and John, the listening, always ready with a handkerchief to chase away her sorrows. Whenever Mary was feeling down, John would bring her to the fields in the outskirts of the city where sunflowers bloomed its prettiest and hatred never existed. He would urge her to tell her unhappiness to a tree and then carve a tiny happy face at that portion of the trunk. Months soon passed, and this humble tree was soon filled with many happy faces. This was their paradise.

Unfortunately, their love was soon put to the test. It was past midnight. Mary was returning home from work and had taken the short cut through a deserted alley when two big burly men appeared before her. They had similar nasty stench drifting out of their mouths and snorted furiously like demented bulls.

“Leave John alone! He’s better off without women! He belongs with us to the underworld!” One of them boomed. Mary, frightened, shrieked and closed her eyes, muttering a short prayer as she anticipated her life to end at this juncture. Seconds passed, and she gingerly opened her eyes, to see an outline of a familiar figure wrestling with the two burly men. John was punched and kicked about like a rag doll. Blood trickling from his nose and forehead, he was sprawled on the ground, defenseless. “That’s what you get for betraying us,” they smirked in satisfaction and swaggered away.

“John!” Mary cried out, lifting him up and hugging him tightly. Examining his face carefully, she realised that like those burly men, he was filthy and smelly, but unlike them, he had the kindest and most beautiful eyes ever. She had come to love this man for who he was. It was a love that needed no words. Garnering the last ounce of strength in him, he took out the white handkerchief he always carried and held it out to her. She received the handkerchief with trembling hands. Inhaling sharply, she let Niagara Falls come.

“Promise me you’ll never leave me no matter what happens” She whispered. With quivering hands, he took out a scrap of paper and pen. “I’ll always be with you” He assured her. “I swear”. Smiling, she held out her last finger in which he hooked against his and they hugged.

Although belonging to different worlds, one a law graduate from Harvard and the other from the underworld, they never mentioned about their difference in status. Instead, their love only grew stronger after that fateful incident.

One day, Mary was on her way to the garden when a gush of fluid was flung at her face. Instantly, she felt a burning sensation in her eyes and the flash of light was soaked up by the spreading dark patches before her eyes. Her ear splitting screaming reverberated to John’s ears as he sallied forward towards the sound, only to see Mary already unconscious on the ground, and he knew it was the work of the two burly men.

Mary was rushed to the hospital forthwith but it was too late. She was to lose her sight. Her family was devastated and wailed in pain and anguish. Guilt-ridden to have caused misfortune to befall Mary and her family, John made up his mind. He knew what he had to do.

Packing the essentials, he decided to leave and quitted his job as a sweeper in the garden. Looking at the blissful pictures of Mary and himself, he sighed and threw them away.

“Mary! Can you see me?” Aunts jostled towards the weary girl and waved before her. The image she saw was a blur and she felt groggy. However, it was a great blessing that Mary had regained her sight. Looking into the mirror, she was startled to find that her eyes looked somewhat different. They were the same shade of blue, but now they exuberated great warmth and compassion.

Unfortunately, Mary soon realised that John had left her and was devastated. She bawled her heart out and pinned for him day and night. Thinking back on the promise he made to her, she hated him all the more.

One day, she decided to visit their place of paradise to relieve their happy days together. She walked to the tree where she used to pour out her unhappiness and leaned close to the trunk and touched its rough surface filled with happy faces. She wept uncontrollably as she ran her fingers down the trunk. Unexpectedly, she saw the words ‘I’ll be with you’ engraved on the foot of the tree trunk. Glimmers of hope began to light the darkness as she looked earnestly around, but what she saw left her dumbfounded.

On the bench sat a man with a pair of sunglasses and a walking stick. Under the scorching sun, he was sweating profusely and fished out a white handkerchief from his back pocket to wipe the perspiration. Coincidentally, a photo fell out from the pocket as well. With manifold feelings, Mary picked up the photo and looked at herself in the picture and was shocked. The man groped his back pocket for the photo and became flustered when it was no longer there. Slowly, Mary walked over and placed the photo in the man’s hands. It was only then that she tasted the warm salty wetness of her own tears and realised how hard she was crying.

The man bowed in gratitude and flashed his yellowish teeth which glistened in the morning sun.

“I’ll always be with you… “

Looking at the man who loved her so deeply, she smiled. Touching her eyes which were once his, tears streaked down her cheeks. His eyes brimming with her tears.

The time is passing n i m still in ma thoughts of what to do....

confuse out of life ..confuse out of people ... decision are still remain to take n the time still flowing.......

why haven't Galileo thought about instrument to stop the time .... n why haven't Albert thought of theory to solve the problems......

pillow ma best frnd...i need u in ni8..........i need u ma pillow...

in the glimpse of ni8 when i remember ma sins n when i thnk abt ma prob a tear roll down ma eyes n i take u close to mee........u n ma heart knws whats going wid me...

get this feeling that Im over my head,
I guess I'm over my head again,
And I keep thinking that I'll get through this mess,
And I'll find happiness and then,
I'll have everything I wanted,
But what if all I wanted,
Doesn't turn out being what I, I want it to be,

Alone alone,
I'm better off alone,
Than sitting around waiting for life to happen,
It's heaven compared to what I had,
Solo we go,no need to know who's in control,
No longer will I be trapped in you,
Being alone, it ain't so bad.

I get this feeling that I'm falling behind,
Yes I'm falling behind, it's true,
And I'd rather be here at the back of the line,
Than ahead of the times with you,

If you say I'm good for nothing,
At least I'm good for one thing,
And to someone that means something, someday soon

Alone alone,

raaaahat: I am sorry to hurt your feelings my love I should...

raaaahat:
I am sorry to hurt your feelings my love
I should...: "I am sorry to hurt your feelings my love I should have kept my promises as I have told you But I don't know the reason why I did wrong to y..."

Life’s to short to keep on asking for second chances So take your chance and give it your all If it goes wrong. Life’s to short to cry over wasted time Life’s to short to hide in the shadows and not say a word Life’s to short for me to live like I have been So here’s to life And the chance that im going to take.. And live it