Live 4ever

Three decades back, on this very day
an angel had opened her eyes
For the first time in her life

3 years back, few days here or there,
The same angel walked into my life,
held my hands, touched my heart ... my soul.
hooked me for life.

Yes, today I'm scared of death
She's an angel, who will live 4ever
What about me the mortal?

I can't even die without you.
I'm nothing without you
My baby.
My angel, my everything.

Sleeping with you

It wasn't that I woke up at that hour
for any natural call
or for that matter, any call.

I wake up once in a while
just like that
to see you by my side.
In the dim light of my mobile,
I look at your serene face
Can hear your low breathing voice
I come very close and avoid any temptation to kiss you
To hug you, to almost crush you.

I fall in love again and again
Just looking at the beautiful you
Just looking at the sleeping you.

Love and Religion

Dead you

Am not writing a classic.
And I know you are chopped off
and dead; Long time back.
Like a dead tree.
But I still talk
and you still respond.
Are you abnormal?
Or is it me?
Is another question,
We'll deal else where

But today, I seek one answer.
Whenever  I close my eyes,
Why does her face pop up
Like a lover or whatever.

माँ

जब भी राशन आता था घर पर

याद है कैसे तुम काजू १०० ग्राम कह कर

१२० ग्राम मंगाया करती थी

और २० ग्राम

चुपके से

मेरे हाथों  में

थमा दिया करती थी

आजतक

मुझे वो २० ग्राम काजू से

लज़ीज़ काजू नहीं मिले

      

Salty & Dirty Sea Water

Long long ago,
So long ago,
Nobody knows
How long ago.

I read it somewhere.

Fresh cool breeze
From the sea
Enters
My room early morning.
I'm sleeping.
It touches my cheeks,
Strokes my hair,
And seductively whispers
In my ears
The sweet nothings.

I smile and wake up
From the slumbers.
To see you.

I Find nothing,
But thin air.

See! She came

No no, it's not you
It's definitely not you.

You're not getting it madam.
It's not you that I'm looking for.

No, it's not rum either.
It's not jacuzzi nor is it beaches

What do i want? What?
Don't you understand or what?
Can't you see I've been looking for her?
Can't you?

Who sent you here?
And why are you wearing those funny white turban?

What "not there any more"? Crap!!
She is right there.

Are you blind or what?
Or out of your mind?
There she is!!
See! She came.
Stupid you, you need to see a psychiatrist.

Ghosts

Who says there are no ghosts
I've seen them
That too of men
Who are still alive
and kicking.


And I saw them all.

In canteen, in mess, in classes
In playgrounds, gardens and streets.

Each face I saw
Were ghosts of my classmates

Visited my Alma mater.

Strange and creepy
Happy and Sad
Confusion and Nostalgia.

Kids will be kids!!

Commuting was an issue.
Each second saved
on an hour long journey
twice in a day
saves him a few minutes.

These beggars on the signals
costed him a few
seconds of delay
everyday.

One day he decided
to teach them a lesson.
To avenge the seconds lost
To avenge the agony within

He stole
One safety pin
from his wife's drawer.
Fixed it on his riding gloves
And started for the mission.

As expected
the little girl came
When the vehicles stopped
at the signal
with colorful balloons
shaped as spider man and hunk
which he saw as pure junk.

In an effortless move,
Hardly noticeable;
the pin poked
and the spider man disappeared.

He expected a lot of beggars
Will come together to fight him
and he would shout
and explain the importance of seconds
in his and everyone's life.

Nothing of that sort happened.
The tiny 5 year old gal didn't even bother
to know
How it happened.
She stepped aside towards the divider
Probably saving him a second
And cried and wept.
Quite profusely.

He didn't understand
If she loved that Spider man
so dearly
Or it was her lunch that got burst.

That day he wasted few more seconds
of his precious life
By buying all her spider-men
and still letting her keep them.

Some more shit

Sitting alone in the darkness
Waiting to be enlightened,
Waiting to be lit
I think some more shit!
And then a lot of shit!!

Sleepless again

There is no wind
There is no rain
Lying cozily in a warm bed
Inside a soundproof room
Am sleepless again

There was a time
without any food, without any dime
rain drops crashing on the asbestos sheets
trying to wake us up
from the sound sleep
And we would hug you tight old man
feeling warm, feeling at peace.
Dreaming of a pukka shed.
Dreaming of a cozy bed

Forgiveness

"I've failed u"
"I've broken someone's heart"
"I've cheated the world"
"I've no one"
"All alone today"
"Here I sit beside u"
"Will you forgive me my old man"

He chose to look elsewhere
And after some time
May be an hour
He touched my cheeks
And took his last breath.

I was wondering-
Was it a forgiveness?
Or a slap?

Queue of luck

I also wanted to be like you!
But I couldn't be.
No no, no fault of mine.
Perhaps destiny
Or perhaps my screwed up fate
In the queue of luck, I was late.

Lying dead on the sea shore
I see you passing by me
Some scared, some intrigued.
I lie there dead and fatigued.

I was happily swimming
in the sea
When you caught me
and brought me to the shore
I was wondering what the destiny
has in store.

And I was killed
by one of you
For no fault of mine.
For no fault of thine.

Hallu

It was early morning
Or so I thought!
I opened my eyes
With so much of an effort.
And bang - I hit
against a pot of shit
The dizzying head
spinned some more
And I saw you dancing
On the bathroom floor.

Barf everywhere
Outside and inside!
Shit everywhere
Outside and inside!
Unaware of everything
You danced like a queen.
Untouched by any thing
You seemed like a gal
who had just entered her teens.

I closed my eyes
And bathed with your warmth.

I'll be thine, thou'll be mine.

Till when did thou decide
to keep me by thy side
When thou proposed to me
to be thy wife?

Sun may fade, Sun may shine
But, till the last breath before my death
I'll be thine, thou'll be mine.

Make me good, some more

The painting was colorful and beautiful
just like the painter's soul.
A daemon came to see the exhibition
And stared at the painting so hard
that he got blinded by the honesty,
Of the work.
But after he was gone,
left behind on the painting was a spot
a back spot..........right in the center.
The painter tried to remove it.
The spot didn't budge.
In fact it tried to grow and occupy the whole space.
The painter fought hard, day in and day out
The spot too tried to defeat the painter.
The fight never finished.
The painter never gave up.
The spot never gave up.
Finally the painter stopped.
He cried and prayed.
"Make me good, some more.
Make me like you, some more."

Let's Create

The desert is dry
The rains are due
Lets create a world entirely new,
My lovely, my you.

My baby

Suddenly I wake up.
Someone called out my name,
or is it just a dream.

Somehow, I stand up.
I Walk unsteadily towards the Dias.
The hangover of the beer we had years ago
Is still strong.

I can hear the people clapping.
Some crying, some sobbing.
All standing.
Is it just a dream?
Or is it true?
It's true.

Am I walking alone?
I look over my own shoulders.
Yes I'm.
Am I crying?
Yes I'm.

Are you there? Somewhere?
I look around.
No you aren't.

Finally I reach to the center stage.
Someone came and gave me something.
All I could hear is people clap.
And I'm expected to say something.
What do I say? What am I expected to say?

As usual, I'm not prepared again.
I never wanted to compose one
After you were gone.
I never wanted to win
After you were gone.

Finally here I'm
Standing mute.
Unable to speak.
Thinking that it's not this,
But it was you, my baby, whom I had wanted.

The Girl is you

The head: is still aching
The tears: are not stopping.
The song: is still repeating.
The old chats: with you, I'm still reading.
The vodka: I'm still sipping.
The girl: is you, whom I'm so much missing.

I Love You

Everything ....Everything....
Seems to be in disarray....
work is hectic
and all other things are just too taxing.
And Some xistential questions.
And then
I see you.
And then
All the tensions seem to just sublime away.
You are beautiful.
I love you.

Open Up and drench

Fill your lungs to full
Spread your wings to maximum
and jump.

Open your eyes wide
And absorb greenery.
Merge in it.

Look at the blue water beneath.
Jump again.

Drench yourself.

past mid-night

In a couple of hours
The sun may rise.
But who cares!
I'm not looking after this world.
Neither do I intend to.
I give a damn if the sun doesn't rise tomorrow.
Or even if it rises.

morose

"Why the hell did u come here now"
He shouted at her
His eyes all red
The bottle all empty.
He didn't want her
to see him drunk.

He walked to her.
Somehow.
And fell at her feet.
And cried.

Portrait

A rotating penthouse
In the tallest building in the capital.
Slightly drunk,
Slightly high,
Slightly old but filthy rich,
He sits on his sofa.

The wine bottle is half empty
The gulz around are half naked,
attempting at humor and seduction
to attract his attention.

He seems to be least interested.
May be too much of the same thing.
And again he thinks of her.
With tears in his eyes,
He realizes
What he missed.

He thought
That this is not what he had wanted.
Well, then how did he get all this?
He then realized,
These are precisely what he had wanted,
And She was what he had needed.
He had got what he had wanted.
And these wants - he no more needed.
And what he needed was long gone.
Into the oblivion of the past.

Irony!!

The journey has not been so long
But it has been tiring and taxing.
I'm tired and fatigued.
A few steps more
And I'll be at top.
I tell myself
To carry on....
To not look back.

I tell myself
Not to think of you.
And I've been telling myself throughout the journey
not to think of you.
And the irony is,
Whenever I say this to myself,
I've been actually thinking about nothing else
But u.

Night Rider

I wanted to ride
through a journey called life.
I wish you could be with me, on this trip.
To hug me tight.
To be by my side.

You are the only reason.

For Hundred and fifty hours,
without any break, without any bread.
Six bullets already inside me.
On the battlefield, finally I lie
And think why shouldn't I just die?
And then the only reason
I find not to, is you.


The tenth round in progress
The brawler on move, in form.
I can hardly see.
Can barely sense.
And then I think
Why shouldn't I just give up?
And then the only reason
I find not to, is you.

wow!!

Strong chilly wind
And clouds pouring down.
When he jumped.
His bare body in rhythm.
And a splash.
He swam effortlessly.
Till he was at a safe distance.
from the ship.

He just floated.
The ship was out of sight.
The wind and the rain
and the sea below.
He was finally feeling that wow!!.

Happy New Year.

After a long-long time
I entered into a new year
Without a Puff of smoke
Without A drop of wine.
An year which
I'm gonna claim as mine.

Bang Bang

Suddenly the flock of birds
Fled the trees.
Blanket of silence covered the village.
The cacophony became starkly audible
The blood started oozing out.

Two more shots.
Bang. Bang.
And the slayers fled too.
The sound of bike faded in distance.

He was lying in a pool of blood.
He had always hated to wait.
And here he laid, waiting.
The wait for the last breath.

He wasn't shocked or surprised.
Always knew that this is how
His life will meet death.
He had betrayed enough people.
Had killed enough men.
Had made enough money.
He had given up on thinking long time back.

Today, lying on his deathbed,
He had just one wish.
To lie in his mother's lap
So that she can gently massage his head.
To put him to sleep.
Deep eternal sleep.

breath

Why should I write for You tonight?
Why shouldn't I just sleep alright?
Does it really matter?
To You?
If it's a drop of blood?
or a bucket of sweat?
a small cut
or an amputed leg?


Is it just about life and death?
Is it just about that one breath?
Perhaps, it is.
And precisely thats the reason
the beggar here yesterday
gave his only roti
to his only doggie.
So that he lives, and breathes.
So, how is the starved beggar doing?
Well, Who cares?? Unless he is dead!!

Scent

If it's not a volcano,
It's not worth trekking.
If there are no lions in a jungle,
It doesn't excite...doesn't kindle.
If the destiny is known,
Its meaning itself is blown.

At this point, I narrate
a story, which no one is gonna hate.

Once upon a time
There was a desert...so remote,
No one had ventured there before.
Its sand storms were fatal
And the creatures so very scary.
Then a man chose
to make the desert tale - fairy!!

He walked to the desert bare foot.
Plow was his tool, courage his weapon,
It took him years it's told,
before he struck his first gold.

The aroma of crude filled the air.
The desert now
had a fragrance.
The man lied on sand
in trance.


coming back to my point
I'd like to add a few more lines.

If, beneath any heaven,
lies no desert,
It's not a heaven at all.
If you lose in a fight,
It was never a fight.

Depth

The tears were shallow
The weep - pretty cheap
Strangely the smile, I noticed
Was far too deep.

He could feel
Her emotions of steel
Each muscle in her frame
struggle, fight, writhe in pain
Just to make that one smile
Come alive. In real style.

He looked at her animated face
And drops rolled down.
He didn't make any effort
to hide his tears.
He couldn't help but came closer
And kissed her.
The salt in the tears
Tasted sweet.

last peg

He completed his last peg
Smoked his last cigarette
Got up
steady on his feet
Picked up a dart
and threw it on the board.
It missed the board
by a foot.
He then fell
on the carpet.
Lying flat on the floor
he thought
was he really steady?

Let it go

I wanted to write
something new tonite.
I wanted to dream
something big tonite.
But I wish you could
just let it go!

Indifference...

Well past his youth
in his forties
he had everything...
one could think of.
One could imagine.

Sitting in his penthouse
on the tallest tower in the city
with walls of glasses
he looked at the city
without any thought.
Without any love....wihout any hatred.

He looked at the naked body
lying in his bed
with indifference.

He looked at the bottle of rum -
half empty-lying on the table
with the same indifference.

He remembered his past.
His childhood, his parents, his love
with the same indifference.

He held his pistol
as if it was a cell phone.
He tried to remember
the last time he cried
And he couldn't recollect.
He aimed at the city
down below
But changed his mood.

He aimed at his temple
And pressed the trigger.

He had everything
a man can think of
But probably
It's not things
that he wanted.
Or may be, he wanted.
You never know.

Pieces

She efforlessly moved her agile body
And jumped over the guy.
He fell on his back and stared at her.
Sitting on top of him
she took out a knife.
He did not even blink
As if he knew what was in store
and never protested.
She stabbed right at his heart
And he stared at her eyes
And then one more time
her hand moved
right into his heart.
With the full length of knife
Inside his heart,
He kept on staring
At her.
She stared back
as if to tell him
this was his fate.

He smiled as if to tell her
He never believed in fate
And this was his choice of death.

And then one more time
Her hand moved.
He smiled.
They looked at each other
With mutual agreement.

And then one last time
Her hand moved again
And then he closed his eyes for ever.
She wiped her tears
painting her face red with blood
And walked away
Feeling nothing
But relieved.

Smoky dark

"Don't utter a word
Don't ever show ur face"
Saying this he disconnected.

The room was dark
The bed was warm
With trembling hands
He reached for his pocket
Took out a cigrette
And lighted it with match
The room was closed
Full of smoke now.

He stared at nothing
He thought nothing

He simply wiped his tears
and smoked in dark.

Absolution

Wounded, he lie
Looking at the sky.
The pool of blood
reflected the whole world
and he lay in the middle
blocking the view.
Of the stars, of the moons.

The past blur,
The present in blood,
He gotup somehow
and fell back again.
The drops of blood
Splashing in the air
falling back again
Making him redder.

He got up again
and balanced himself.
Slowly, he walked
over the corpses.
Slowly he walked
to the horizon.
Dripping with blood
Covered with dust.

This absolution was essential.

Crossroad

Standing on one side of the road
He waited for the traffic
to slow
so that he can cross the road

He then noticed an old women
with thick....very think glasses
standing there....beside him
to cross the road...

He thought if he should
lend his hand
and help her
cross the road.

And then the traffic slowed down.


At office...he was busy
with work
then he had lunch
and then some more work
And then in the evening
he thought of leaving
for home.
But before that
he thought of
checking news online
to know what all
are happening in the city
that he lives in
and then
he saw
a picture
of the same road
that he crossed
in the morning
with some blood.
The news mentioned
that an old lady had died
while crossing the road.

Half Pant

The father took his sons
and his wife
for bying
new clothes.

The elder son
a 5 yr old
wanted full trouser
Which was turned down
By the parents
Who were
adamant
on half pant.

The kid said again
It's full pant
that he wants
No more.
No less.
As tears rolled down his cheek
He was bought a half pant.

He could never forget
How his request was turned down.
By his own parents.

But as he grew up
He realized
It was not that
his parents wanted
to force him
wear the half pant
But that
they had money
Just enough for the half pant.

Existential Crisis!!

The earth looks so different
From space
that i once got confused
while seeing one such view
that wheter I belong there

The space looks so different
From earth
that I once got confused
while seeing one such view
that whether I belong there.

I'll take care Dude!!

If You there....
Don't bother about me
Don't even wink
I'll take care.
You have already done enough.
You have your hands full
With so many things
I'll eat with my own hands.
And live my own life.
Dont worry bout me
and thanks for being there.
Till this time.
Others need You more than I do.
Go ahead and do Ur duty
I'll take care.
BBye.

Laugh

What makes you think
That I'm not enjoying
That I'm not happy.
Okay I dont laugh.
So what?
I've never laughed.
Can someone be unhappy
without break
For all his life.
No right.
This itself proves
That everything is right
If not perfect.

Drops.

Staring in the infinity
Till eternity
The tiniest particle
gains mass
slowly and steadily
some more particles
gather around
to give it more mass
And shape.
Though small in size
It bears heavily on heart,
mind and soul
And slowly that mass
starts rolling down
and then they become easy
One after another,
They roll down the cheek
As if they would never stop
Until they see
someone they long for.

Historic battle

Didnt eat for the whole day
Just practiced with the swords
One in the left
and one in the right hand
Fighting against each other
Didnt sleep in the night as well
Just did the practice
As the next day
There was this big fight
The fight which
would decide it all.

Started for the war venue
Before the dawn
Was there on the the ground
All dressed up
for the big occasion
Both the hands were already wounded
During the practice
But that was a sign...
of bravery and preparedness.
Standing tall I waited for the enemies
To arrive.
And fight the historic battle
Which would settle
for once and for all
Who is the winner.

They never arrived.
The only other thing
on the battle ground
apart from me
was my shadow
Fighting against me
And then I realised
What have I made out of myself
- an enemy!
whose only motive is..
To fight against me.
To destroy my being
To win against me.

Pain

My eyes are paining
Probably I need to weep
to fix the pain
Probably I need some tears
To wipe away the pain
Probably I need to see someone
To soothe the pain

But one thing I know for sure is
I need to forget the pain
To let it go away.

Leave me alone

Lemme tell you somethin today
That I hate you from the 1st day.

Lemme tell you somethin today
That I love you from the 1st day.

Lemme ask you somethin today
Please leave me alone
Please clear my way.

Money

I need money
I want money
Only two things matter
Money
and Money.
If this doesn't sound like poem
then to hell with poem.
And if you think it's about money
then it was never about money.

Roarrr....

One more day is about to be over
One more second just passed away.
But what I forget, is the start.
One more evening is about to start
One more night lies ahead.
One life still survives.
Raring to go
Roaring to kill.

You drift away...

My kite is cut and is drifting away
And I've ocean in the way.
Starvation has made me weak
But I wanna run
and I dash for her.

I take a raft
And on waves I sway
The ocean gives way.
I cry and row
But my kite is flying away.

She reaches an island
And dances in the air
I cry so loud
That the wind stops
And there she drops.
Just in front of me
Staring at me with tearful eyes.

I bend to pick her up
But someone stops me
And pushes me away.
And I notice the threads
dangling in his hand.
One end going straight
to my kite ... my life

I step back and laugh
To hell with rhyme and rhythm
To hell with poetic flow
And I roar and laugh.
As it starts to snow.

He knocks me so hard
that I fall back in the raft
The wind and the wave
Push me back.
Back to my shack.

I see from a distance
The kite resting
on the stranger's shoulders
Sleeps peacefully, looks cute
And is lead to the his castle
Which I could never afford.

And then suddenly cloud thunders
And the wind whispers
And the waves roar
All tell me the same thing
I never deserved her.

I'm back to my place
Where nothing is left.
The shack is missing.
There is no water
No food...no her.

I lie down still
eating some snow
Drinking some wine.
Thinking of her
And drinking some more wine.
Don't ask me where the wine came from
I just felt like drinking.
And like a true lover
It was there.
To be drunk.
To make me drunk.

Being Drowzy

Feeling drowsy again
Not tired, not fatigued
No dope no grass
Just drowsy
Why I feel so, I donno
May be because
I hurt someone
I never wanted to.
May be I cheered someone
I never wanted to.

Something somewhere
Is not right
I can see it’s still night
Or may be I just cannot see the light!!
Fighting with my fears
Fighting with my tears
I lie down still
With drowsy eyes
Unable to sleep
Unable to weep.

Volcano

No body knows where the lava is!
No body knows if the volcano is dead
or just simply dormant.
I come here on morning walk
Expecting some change!
But there is nothing
That is different
from the previous day.
But I still come as a habit
or with hope...
That the lava may come out.
The volcano may erupt.
Changing the country...
Turning the side!

Life!

With gals all around,
Dancing on the ground.
I thought if this is the life!
Well, then to hell with life.

With booze all around
Background with the noisy sound
air filled with smoky hell.
I thought if this is the life!
Well, then to hell with life.

Tip-Tip of the keyboard
Coding and conferencing
And getting a hike!
I thought if this is the life!
Well, then to hell with life.

Waking in the morning
With the bed tea by side
and wife saying "gudmorning honey"
I thought if this is the life!
Well, then to hell with life.

Living like an obedient child
Doing what the guardians dictate
And doing everything correct
Right in the first go.
I thought if this is the life!
Well, then to hell with life.

Life is not hell
I still hope
And it's not one of the above
I'm sure.

No Love Here!!

Some one please tell them
Not to disturb me again.
Someone please tell them
I'm not human.

People sing and dance
All night along.
I drink and sleep
With no complaints.

Then they come
and be kind and sweet
And try to take away your heart.

But Someone please tell them
I dont have a heart.

Confuzion

So many thoughts running concurrently
One entangled in other
So many thought planes
intersecting each other
So many mirrors
reflecting on each other.
Family, friends, girlfriends
Office colleagues, beggars
Celebrities, Stars, Models
All overlappng on one another.
Forests, Oceans, Deserts
Making a biosphere.
Then and there.
Trying to pick different strings
I get confused

Sand Castle

The dark little kid
Says nothing but looks
at me in awe.
I come close
to the tattered barefoot boy
And offer him some pop corn.
He smiles back
But refuses to accept
My favour
And busies himself back
to making the sand castle
That he had been working on
for quite some time.
I look at him in awe
not daring to disturb him again
from building his dream.
Forget about me...
Even the Ocean stops
just short of him
when the boy stares
at the ocean
with his dark dreamy eyes.

You are my skyline

I can see my hoardings
On the city skyline
Surrounded by light...
By ladies so bright.
I come alive with night.

Through these pictures
I stare at the sky
And then I see you

Raindrops trickling
Through you
Augmenting your hue.

Drops of dew
Shining on you
The sun himself
peeping through you

And then I see myself
standing next to you
Quarrelling on issues
Which never mattered
To me or to you.
You saw me weep
You saw me laugh.

But now stranded
In the city hoardings...
Sans emotions, sans feelings
It's you whom I seek
It's you with whom I can speak...
About things which matter...
Only to me and to you.

Rebirth

In the thick of dust
Left over from the overnight jungle fire
something seemed to move
Going close enough
I found two fingers trying to come out
I watched in disbelief
and slowly the whole hand
had made its way out
I then realised that I may be of some help
and tried to reach out
and help him coming out
But he didnt accept my help
and instead jerked my hand away
I felt bad on the denial
But still couldnt help watching in disbelief.
Slowly his bald head was also out
It was as if a new baby taking birth.
Again.
On its own. No mother to support him,
No father to protect him.
And soon he was surrounded by beasts
Roaring unceremoniously
I climbed on the tree
To save my self
and have a clearer picture
as to what is going to happen
And then I saw somehting
Which made me shiver
The man stared at the beast
For few seconds
And silence prevailed.
The beasts patiently waited
Till the man was completely born.
Fully naked as he was
He looked strong and healthy
He walked towards North
As if he already had some plans
And seemed to be his own GOD
The beasts followed him like disciples
Patiently and silently.

Star gaze...

The sound fading away...
She left me in the desert and drove away.
Water water no where
and tears stopping no way...

I lied down on the sand
Looking at the sky so grand
The stars staring at me
So many of them
I chose to ignore
And just sleep and snore.

In the dark!

I'm lying in a dark cottage
Where you can't see a soul
But hear the barrage
And feel the rage.

I slowly try to stand
But cuffs on my hand
Make me lie down
What i do is simply frown.

Then suddenly someone enters
And one more injection.
The pain goes, the smell disappears.
And there is light all over...which reappears.
I'm happy that I can still dream.
Dream of light....of freedom...
of sanity....of wisdom.

Somethings are pure shit

somethings are
u know what
just pure shit
some might
call it religion
others call it culture
some may call it society
but at the end of it
it's just pure shit.

Boys don't cry.....

With tears in her eye
She hugged me gudbye
I patted on her back
And assured to come back
She cried even more.
And I left the shore.
The sea waves dashed on the deck
As if the ship would go wreck
The water splashing everywhere
Gud that sea water covered my face
Hiding my tears...saving my race.