Till Death Do Us Apart

We never do truly realize

the worth of our dear friends.

Are they the ones who sympathize?

Or are they our hope when all hope ends?

 

During times of joy we all celebrate

though few would keep us at heart.

But true are those who’d share our fate

Till death do us apart!

 

When I’m depressed, I think of you

and realize how much you mean to me.

With you I know I’ll make it through

even across the roughest sea.

 

In the journey of life, friends may follow

And leave once they’ve played their part.

But I know that we would never let go

Till death do us apart!

 

Whenever I think that I’m alone

a comforting hand you lend.

You are the friend my heart has known

and my faith will never see the end!

 

I realize that you will stay in my heart.

Nothing can take you from me.

And even if death shall set us apart

As friends together forever we’ll be!

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Let go of thee  

Could leaves leave a tree and blow away?
Could Earth be bereft of the Sun and Sun the day?
Could fire part with its light and at once die?
Could touch part with lips which say goodbye?
Please tell me if such can be
for only then can I let go of thee.

Time is a very cruel thing.
It cares not for the bird with an injured wing.
It flies so swiftly past;
And in the end only memories last.
But no matter how far we might now be
my heart refuses to let go of thee.

The leaves leave the tree to find their own way.
The Sun must disappear from earth to return a new day.
Fire gives away its light and then will die.
But my lips can never utter ‘goodbye’.
When the times are dark, please call out to me.
And I shall come back… and never let go of thee.

The Man Upstairs

Do you know the man upstairs?

He’s the one they all talk about.

He sits on one of His arm chairs

and watches all who come in or go out.

 

He casually switches on his T.V.

and smiles at what He sees.

This is the way He meant it all to be

for you and me and all others across the seas.

 

He writes down his next decision

and sits back to watch it unfold.

Every detail occurs with precision

– every thought, action and dialogue told.

 

Everytime I decide to work things my own way

He laughs and says “I don’t think so!”

And His word is final, try as I may.

I’m just the man who lives below.

 

He makes his move, rolls his dice

and plays His game enjoying the thrill.

The waves that fall once again rise;

and everything proceeds as per His will.

 

To interrupt his game no one ever dares.

What He’ll do next no one would know.

But if you do ever speak with the man upstairs

please tell Him to spare this poor man below.

Patience is a Virtue

Dear friend,

Have dark hours replaced the times of good?
Do you now find yourself misunderstood?
Does nothing ever go the way you plan?
I still believe in you, my dear brave man!

Are you heart-broken because of God’s will?
Has life already lost almost all its thrill?
But you may only do the best you can.
And I know you will, my dear strong man!

There is something I have learnt from you.
You’ve always told me that ‘Patience is a virtue’.
No empire was built in a short span.
But you shall build yours, my dear tall man!