I was talking to the moon
Just this very night
Telling him how much
I admired its light

And then without warning
Much to my dismay
The moon got all teary-eyed
And asked me to look away

It said I had no idea
How lonely it gets up there
Watching lovers all over the world
Every night of the year

But it quickly recovered
And apologized in shame
I told him I understood
Loneliness was my middle name

We exchanged our stories
Long into the night
Then the clouds brooded up
And the moon dimmed its light

But I knew we'd meet again
We share an emptiness
And we both hide it well
Under the cover of darkness

Now we meet each night
The moon and I
It seems happier now
From when I first saw it cry

When I look at the sky
It's the first thing I see
And when it looks down '
I know its looking at me

And so it goes
Night after night
I give it my company
And it gives me its light
@manauwer

You do what you're suppose to do,
With no frown or fuss...
Not because you want to,
But because you must...


Day after day,
It’s like a routine...
Don’t have too much to say,
You only do the right thing...  


Soon you feel empty,
But you don't know what it could be...
You want no sympathy...


But it's something you can't see
Everything used to make sense,
But now you're lost in a maze...
You feel so tense,
And you pray for better days...


Something just doesn't seem right...
You look for an answer that's not there...
You stay awake all night...


But you feel like no one cares...
It's right in your face
And you think its safe,
Or should you forget?


Things don't seem the same,
But what should you do?
You think you should change,
But change for who?


Understanding means nothing to you now...
Your heart is pronounced deceased...
This should you allow,
Or find what is this missing piece?
@manauwer

I see nobody by my side,
a certain urge of plunge ignited beside…
But with my soul left all alone,
I find no one correcting me when ‘m wrong…
It’s human to err and to learn,
through one’s rise and his fall…
But eventually I see myself staring,
entirely broken in the mirror on the wall…
And hear the voices that echo deep,
through inhuman brute yield that creep…
The loathly sound persistent every night and day,
with gruesome hate THE MAN IN THE MIRROR say…
“look at me, when ‘m talking to you,
perhaps I see you’re looking through…
That gleam in your eyes that has now fade,
not enough to make yourself persuade…”
I find myself see blood in his eyes,
and the unending solitude in the skies…
I see the pain healing when I pray,
now & then when I crave for redemption each day…
The cruel intentions, when I see ‘m not satisfied,
the chores, the day dreaming which has now died…
All of the measures, desperately off the scales,
making me believe that I see myself, and nobody else…
I see the guilt beneath the shame,
standing still, with eyes laden on the mirror pane…
Sears of grief stricken life that remains,
and the truth in my lies seem so insane…
@manauwer

i don't know what to feel
everything in the room looks gloomy
all the words fell from my mouth
like petals of iris unfolding
but not as pretty...

how to be now
what to say and do
i've never felt this way
and never want to again...

so if it all comes back
am i to just say yes?
like nothing ever happened?
who does that...???

the demise from the past
always haunts the bruised mind,
occasionally maybe even swaying decisions
and views to avoid a repeat
of the last time...

can't act as if, not one fiber was attached
to itself
i can’t be cordial
i can’t be civil
i want what i wanted
but it doesn’t happen that way...

'm still burning
and the thorns pierce
through my chest
something on the inside
is bleeding...

i can't translate this language
the language i have yearned
kept that quiet for that very long
but words,
they don't wait
do they...

is this my language...???

@manauwer

The girl I call sis
Is someone who is there…
The girl I call sis
Is someone who always cares…

The girl I call sis
Can make me smile when times are blue…
The girl I call sis
Is someone very true…

The girl I call sis
By choice, is my best of friend…
The girl I call sis
Will be there till the end…

The girl I call sis
Is the blessing from God above…
The girl I call sis
Is the sister that I'll always love…

She glanced at me,
I stared at her,
I looked in her eyes,
She ignored my sight

She looked back again,
My eyes weren't there,
She stared at me,
I didn't look at her

I felt I had missed her lovely stare,
So made my mind to keep staring at her,
I continued to gaze her lovely eyes,
She made an attempt to ignore my gazing eyes.

A contact of the eyes was so hard to come by,
The eyes kept playing the game of spies,
We both understood what we were searching for,
Still we didn't get what we were looking for.

The hide n seek was about to end,
the eyes became stable again,
the impatient eyes were calm now,
they made a vow to have a look now.

Suddenly there was a change in the scene,
a selfish obstacle had come in between,
it blocked a pretty viewing,
and the lovely eyes were no more there to be seen.

A smile is what I just was looking for,
her eyes is what my eyes kept searching for.

It started so well,
it ended so sad,
But one thing I still look for
the best time I ever had !!!
@manauwer

Sitting on the last bench of the class…
Adjusting the mirrors of my glass…
Stretching my arms out and loosening the tie…
Straightening my back as I lie…
I looked from the pane and out the window…
Here she comes with her charm and aglow…
A very white shirt and a blue beautiful skirt…
With flaxen hairs curled and color of dirt…
I felt the sensation and my heart start throb…
Seeing a beauty like her who won’t give up a job…
I faked my pen down and rolled up to her desk…
Then sank my head down and looked at her leg…
She bent down slowly and picked up my pen…
I forged a quick grin and stared back then…
She knew what I intended and blurted out stupid…
I though wasn’t stalking acted very timid…
She threw the pen back and her face showed anger…
It was fury but she became more pretty and lovelier…
I hooked up my tie knot and cleaned up my throat…
And at that very moment she started writing a note…
By the time she wrote I leaned back and had a look…
Her body was beautiful and I fantasized her with a book…
Her fingers were slender and her hands smeared ink…
But those delicate beauty had a nail polish of pink…
I started day dreaming and thought her to be there…
Just beside me with hands in hands in the open air…
Sitting with hands folded and she resting her head…
We both remain quiet neither one who cares to have said…
Without hesitating again I said in my coarse voice…
“I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU”, I did say twice…
She blinked her eyes and adjusted her curl…
I saw her smiling and then she hurl…
She threw the paper and asked me to read…
I did it as boldly as it was a bravery deed…
Reading the paper it was then I realize…
It was why that sly smile was in her eye…
Friends circled me and asked what did just happen…
How was I to say it was a complete dead end…
The paper she threw was not to my expectation…
All my body did was movements of sheer frustration…
I sat back my desk and drooped down my collars…
Making my tie back to the first button and looked like SCHOLAR…
Friends did read the paper and started their laugh…
What was written in it was not expected even half…
I thought I would propose and patch up with her…
But it was the thing that now I really fear…
She just wrote down in the paper below…
What if I could be her NEW CLASS BRO…???
@manauwer