Getting myself

Something that never stops is emotion-flow,
Whether you're high in the air or way downright low,
But when am in need of a shoulder to lean on,
That partner to shout with me in times of joy,
To endure in my red letter days,
And those that leave me saying 'I'll do it again'
Then when am bitter at a failure,
Or full of praise 'coz I've gotten there,
There's this pen I pick up,
And my notebook still on my lap,
Then I pour out my heart to it,
No matter how murky it is they still with me,
They know no joy or pain,
And they don't care for a stake at what I gain,
All along they hold my emotions,
How they come in and how they go,
Whoever I feel they still with me all along,
Or I get this feeling am so depressed,
So to apply deep rest I grab 'em,
And as usual they impress,
At the end of the day I wonder what would have happened,
If I had no notebook and pen,
Because they are ever close to my emotions,
And how  I get 'em in flow,
Give me a pen and I tell you what I feel in a paper,
I know this way is how I get to myself

Brothers and sisters huh?

Emotions inter-mixed with events,
Till now everything is crushing,
When I thought I really had it made...
Oh my...it's when am just starting,
Say the church is a better is a better place,
But still am crying,
Pain is so hard to be melted by my tears,
'The word' ain't just right for my ears,
It seems my help is too far,
Accepting the same is just too much,
When will the world understand?
Get it atleast...I need a piece of mind?
Those souls on the tube are so true,
Evidence enough that nobody cares,
Self...that's what everybody wants,
A bro or siz that's none for their words,
A helping hand turns against them and steals,
A prayer for them is for 'continued suffering'
So that they gain from it,
Venom they spit when they should be helping,
Backstubbing is paramount in their dealings,
But we still adore them,
Unaware of the pain they give us,
Hence they still will deceive us,
And call us their brothers and sisters!

Fantasy,Was it?

My smile is still the same as that I flashed in my school days,
Wry and enchanting especially when walking in the hallway,
Small groups after class discussing or in an argument,
Not about some lesson but somebuddi'es cute girlfriend,
And I had this one who gave me more trouble,
We used to chat on the pavements during games,
Exchanged snaps and naughty love notes,
And there is one I collected my book with it..oops!
That's what I can never forget,
Because on that very day she dumped me,
With no reason behind it,
But my buddies still had me,
And upto now when we meet it's all about...
'men!your girlfriend hasn't come back to you?'
Well,I left her when I left High school,
If I go back I might make her regret that too,
But she made me know not all things are true,
And a fantasy is just the same as Love-in-high-school.