tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663276331401949112011-09-28T23:30:57.565-07:00God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.comBlogger461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-20303848582988687392010-04-21T04:27:00.000-07:002010-04-21T04:37:49.464-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/S87jgNSBxaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/e3ekUpkNexI/s1600/dreamer.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462553540507583906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/S87jgNSBxaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/e3ekUpkNexI/s320/dreamer.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I live on dreams<br />Hopes and dreams<br />Food and drinks<br />Are all for the beasts<br />Nothing elses, nothing else<br />But hopes and dreams<br />I live on dreams.<br /><br />I kept on moving<br />To reach too far<br />In the midst, left many<br />To find no tar<br />(But the) journey was yielding<br />Learned new things<br />Now, hit me harder<br />Am used to the pings.<br /><br />I am so sad<br />That time is bad<br />I try and fail<br />Lost what I had<br />But not the vision<br />My goals and mission<br />I know I am to win<br />There is no confusion.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-2030384858298868739?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-8417687053010902202010-03-13T19:24:00.000-08:002010-03-13T19:42:19.840-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/S5xZ6zklKGI/AAAAAAAAAII/gOSHSn2noC0/s1600-h/disappointment.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448328516022380642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/S5xZ6zklKGI/AAAAAAAAAII/gOSHSn2noC0/s320/disappointment.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Almost I got there</div><div>Almost I got it</div><div>It was too close to me</div><div>I was too close to it</div><div>Thought it belonged to me</div><div>And felt on cloud 9</div><div>Always believed it was mine.</div><div></div><div> </div><div>But as usual</div><div>It happens everytime</div><div>So, it happened again</div><div>And I missed it</div><div>I lost it</div><div>I saw it going away</div><div>Wished it 'd come back</div><div>To me</div><div>I prayed it would</div><div>But it did not.</div><div> </div><div></div><div>I felt very bad about it</div><div>No, I was not afraid of</div><div>Losing it</div><div>I just wanted not to be a 'loser'</div><div>Not to be rejected again</div><div>Now, I can laugh at it</div><div>But when I had lost it</div><div>I guess, I was crying.</div><div></div><br /><div>Nobody could see it</div><div>Except my this friend</div><div>Who had just sensed it</div><div>Though did not say a word</div><div>I recall</div><div>He was discreetly looking at me</div><div>From the corners of his eyes</div><div>He was so helpless</div><div>And could not do much</div><div>So, he kept mum.</div><br /><div></div><div>It was my 40th interview</div><div>To get that coveted job.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-841768705301090220?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-79740332813774284202009-11-16T20:44:00.000-08:002009-11-16T20:55:52.029-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SwIsDWL6uvI/AAAAAAAAAH8/4fhiHT_ZkDM/s1600/yr.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404930938804812530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SwIsDWL6uvI/AAAAAAAAAH8/4fhiHT_ZkDM/s320/yr.jpg" /></a><br /><div>We played many games</div><div>We grew up together</div><div>Shared dirty jokes</div><div>And poked our teacher.</div><br /><div></div><div>We bunked our classes</div><div>To watch latest flicks</div><div>We had great time</div><div>They called us 'freaks'.</div><div></div><br /><div>We were like soul mates</div><div>Made for each other</div><div>A 'damn it' attitude</div><div>Never would we bother.</div><br /><div></div><div>Dunno when I became too old</div><div>My fingers got wrinkles</div><div>Gray became hair</div><div>All of sudden, I found myself unwanted.</div><br /><div></div><div>They all became fathers</div><div>Some good husbands</div><div>Few left our town</div><div>To settle far from here.</div><br /><div></div><div>I don't see 'em anymore</div><div>They are out of sight</div><div>I am afraid my memory</div><div>Is getting frail very fast.</div><br /><div></div><div>I want to laugh once more</div><div>I just need a friend</div><div>To play some pranks</div><div>And sob together.</div><br /><div></div><div>Am not sure</div><div>Who will be sad if I die</div><div>If somebody will miss me?</div><div>Who knows !!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-7974033281377428420?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-21888056028077222132009-10-23T06:57:00.000-07:002009-10-23T07:15:56.821-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SuG6MxMny1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/GynYof8CWgk/s1600-h/gi.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395798557094038354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SuG6MxMny1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/GynYof8CWgk/s320/gi.jpg" /></a><br /><div>My friend!!</div><div>One more push</div><div>And it's over.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>These hard times</div><div>are numbered.</div><div>Why getting upset?</div><div>You are the chosen one.</div><br /><div>There is a good reason </div><div>For everything that happens</div><div>Do not run away</div><div>Breast it</div><div>whatever it is.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>If you can breathe</div><div>Keep on trying</div><div>Put yourself on the fire</div><div>It is very important because</div><div>Without winning</div><div>Life is incomplete.<br /></div><div>Just once chance</div><div>Just one blow of wind</div><div>Even the sapping flames </div><div>Are more than enough </div><div>To burn down a jungle.</div><br /><div></div><div>If you give up</div><div>If you say you cannot then</div><div>There is no hope for you.</div><div>I can see you are close to it.</div><div>Why don't you.</div><br /><p></p><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-2188805602807722213?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-30302649002996110912009-09-29T00:05:00.000-07:002009-10-15T05:32:44.352-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SsG0ApjcUII/AAAAAAAAAHk/KFmWfyWnNI8/s1600-h/G.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386784552559333506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SsG0ApjcUII/AAAAAAAAAHk/KFmWfyWnNI8/s320/G.jpg" /></a> <div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Wanna make me cry</div><div>Or let me fail</div><div>I won't complain</div><div>Stand not me bail;</div><div>Only if it pleases you.</div><div></div><br /><div>Do whatever you want</div><div>Have good time</div><div>Be happy 'n' laugh</div><div>Hurt me anytime</div><div>Make my life </div><div>Like a hell;</div><div>Only if it pleases you.</div><br /><div></div><div>Till I have </div><div>Tears in my eyes</div><div>Till I have </div><div>Fears in my heart</div><div>Till I think yes </div><div>I can win</div><div>Come what may </div><div>Follow my trail;</div><div>Only if it pleases you.</div><div></div><br /><div>All my dreams </div><div>Are getting shattered</div><div>Everybody left me </div><div>Whoever mattered</div><div>My egoist friend </div><div>I won't say a word</div><div>What you 've willed</div><div>I shall hail;</div><div>Only if it pleases you.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>(To my friend who loves to see us suffer)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-3030264900299611091?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-36390459155732337442009-07-05T22:19:00.000-07:002009-07-05T22:26:00.489-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SlGK13LOT7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/3Rc_VQqT2Rc/s1600-h/goodbye.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355214089868955570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SlGK13LOT7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/3Rc_VQqT2Rc/s320/goodbye.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>With a broken heart<br />On a rainy day<br />Walking on the street<br />I looked for a way<br />It was June, 2008.<br /><br />How easily ah<br />She said goodbye<br />Started her car (and)<br />Left me to cry<br />It was June, 2008.<br /><br />I do remember<br />How did she say<br />‘Have to move on’<br />Looking away<br />It was June, 2008.<br /><br />Waited for her call<br />Thought would be back<br />Never gave a damn<br />When I got (an) attack<br />It was June, 2008.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-3639045915573233744?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-36758491276403578012009-06-16T21:55:00.000-07:002009-06-16T22:08:27.540-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/Sjh6CRXdblI/AAAAAAAAAHU/OAGKCI9izIg/s1600-h/Falling+in+love+again.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348158736942591570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/Sjh6CRXdblI/AAAAAAAAAHU/OAGKCI9izIg/s320/Falling+in+love+again.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Falling in love again </div><div>Is possible.</div><div>Future is hope (though)</div><div>Past may be horrible. </div><div><br />He makes silly mistakes</div><div>A man is man.</div><div>Once he fails</div><div>Does not mean again. </div><div><br />Love makes heaven</div><div>It also makes hell.</div><div>Choice is yours</div><div>Make it beautiful spell. </div><div><br />Love is giving</div><div>And never expecting.</div><div>It's not funny business</div><div>Stop calculating.<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-3675849127640357801?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-33029702298523839862009-06-14T21:48:00.000-07:002009-06-14T21:53:48.175-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SjXToUwM8-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/80bb33JV030/s1600-h/regret.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347412822291444706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SjXToUwM8-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/80bb33JV030/s320/regret.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Don’t know if I am like that only<br />Or, it happens with everybody<br />The moments spent with someone<br />Often return to me as if<br />It rains and things get invigorated.<br /><br />I usually get disturbed with<br />Troublesome thoughts<br />Would he be missing me?<br />The way I do<br />Even for a moment?<br /><br />Would he ever remember?<br />My laughter<br />When he had cried out<br />I extended my shoulders<br />Till he gave me a smile<br />Has he forgotten all this?<br /><br />I thought we would always be<br />Together<br />But the wall of time<br />Departed us forever<br />Often I crave to hear from him<br />In vain<br /><br />I swear I would never call anybody<br />‘My friend’</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-3302970229852383986?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-17587425659430621722009-05-04T05:58:00.000-07:002009-05-04T06:03:03.964-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/Sf7nb-t4giI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qSq2zyDclNg/s1600-h/beauty.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/Sf7nb-t4giI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qSq2zyDclNg/s320/beauty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331953476731175458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />That one look makes me crazy<br />Just one touch and I go frenzy<br />Baby your smile, it's like hmmmmmm. . .<br /><br />The way you walk, the way you talk<br />Everybody says that you are hot<br />Baby you are charming, everybody's darling<br />The moves are wild, absolutely warming<br />Baby your sashay, it's like hmmmmmm. . .<br /><br />I like your pout, I love your stout<br />Rocky night dreams put me to route<br />O' my sweet angel, here I bow<br />If you love me, bear it out<br />When you sigh, it's like hmmmmmm. . .<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-1758742565943062172?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-24112457422540947312009-04-24T08:24:00.000-07:002009-04-24T08:28:59.697-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SfHal9sk1iI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LJxJHDQ5mXg/s1600-h/feellikecry.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 123px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SfHal9sk1iI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LJxJHDQ5mXg/s320/feellikecry.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328280179907548706" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It's not bad at all<br />To feel like cry<br />Good times elude but<br />They are come by<br /><br />You are not alone<br />Who have been betrayed<br />Life sucks you know<br />Don't be dismayed<br /><br />The more you suppress<br />The more you decry.<br /><br />Take my these words<br />Let the pains discharge<br />Catch not at the shadow<br />And lose the substance<br /><br />Whatever you do<br />Give at least a try.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-2411245742254094731?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-44362147300539692042009-04-13T04:50:00.000-07:002009-04-13T05:05:02.377-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SeMp98vcw-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/pOpPGM4A2fw/s1600-h/grievances.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SeMp98vcw-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/pOpPGM4A2fw/s320/grievances.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324145328735962082" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I know you are too busy.<br />Last week I sent you a mail<br />You did not reply<br />Called you up in the morning<br />You said to call me back soon<br />Always you say to meet me sometime<br />But never tell me when?<br />I know you are too busy.<br /><br />How you make your faces behind your boss<br />How you wear fake smile all the time<br />How many calls you make to clients everyday<br />How you make circles of smoke after lunch<br />How much bonus you are getting this time<br />I know what you are busy with.<br /><br />What gift you bought for her<br />How many films you watch together<br />How often you call her up to say hi<br />How many times you think what she dislikes<br />How much you care about her.<br /><br />I know where do I come<br />In the scheme of your things.<br />I know I am your friend<br />And I must understand.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-4436214730053969204?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-22227135748187669902009-04-11T02:14:00.000-07:002009-04-11T02:29:45.458-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SeBingR5aUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4uI_z0POD4A/s1600-h/Friends.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SeBingR5aUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4uI_z0POD4A/s320/Friends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323363190371346754" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />In such a big city<br />I am homeless.<br />Wandering in the crowd<br />Bloody jobless.<br />(People) flaunting their riches<br />makes me worthless.<br /><br />Would you think any less of me<br />Will you be my friend?<br /><br />I see you have a big house<br />In the heart of city.<br />I see you have a shining car<br />And wife who's quite pretty.<br />Buddy, you have got everything<br />A blend of brain and beauty.<br /><br />If I am not good in appearance<br />Would you think any less of me<br />Will you be my friend?<br /><br />Ah !! you don't know what is<br />A sleepless night.<br />What a fun when (an)<br />Elephant jumps in belly.<br />You are lucky that you cant feel<br />A tearless cry.<br /><br />If my hands are dirty &amp; cracked<br />Would you think any less of me<br />Will you be my friend?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-2222713574818766990?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-91246683243920850752008-08-20T01:09:00.000-07:002009-01-19T05:23:17.430-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXR-vl0QlsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/RyLA1tFOg4M/s1600-h/Frustration.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292994818137429698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXR-vl0QlsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/RyLA1tFOg4M/s320/Frustration.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Frustration seeths in mind</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Agitation seeps into blood</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Discrimination makes me cry</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">What to do, tell me now !!!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Holding my face in arms</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Feel like not talking to anyone</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">To roam around incognito</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And scream as much as I can. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I do what nobody likes</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Tempt to break all the ropes</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I think what they call absurd</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And hope against all the hopes.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-9124668324392085075?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-90891577705552485252008-08-08T22:59:00.001-07:002009-01-19T05:25:49.927-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXR_Vrs5_nI/AAAAAAAAADY/PqkBOjrMJEM/s1600-h/Bluerose.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292995472552230514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXR_Vrs5_nI/AAAAAAAAADY/PqkBOjrMJEM/s320/Bluerose.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">I know you very well</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">I am your true friend</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Let your eyes speak to me.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">What you're looking for</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">What makes you cry</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">What gives you pleasure</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">What makes you die. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">I know you . . .</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">How will you react</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">If you dont get it dear</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">When you will talk</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">And when you'll hear.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">I know you . . .</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">I am not powerful</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">I am not very rich</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Will be there in need</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">To help any which.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">I know you . . .</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-9089157770555248525?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-1566443214195527952008-08-08T22:59:00.000-07:002009-01-19T05:27:25.417-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXR_s1LDIaI/AAAAAAAAADg/8NsdxtbkGCE/s1600-h/Time.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292995870231568802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXR_s1LDIaI/AAAAAAAAADg/8NsdxtbkGCE/s320/Time.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Sometimes you enjoy your pains</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Sometimes you treasure few stains</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Sometimes you dunno what's good or bad</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Sometimes you cant tell you're happy or sad.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">It's all in time- 2</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Sometimes you want to go in rain</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">For a walk</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Have lots of friends but dunno</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Whom to talk</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Sometimes you want to cry</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Sometimes you want to be alone.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">It's all in time- 2</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">You give everybody</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">A big cute smile</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">But it aches you know</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Somewhere inside</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Sometimes it gets cold</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Sometimes it is too hot.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">It's all in time- 2</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Sometimes you are blessed</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Sometimes it takes to naught</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Sometimes you're thoughtless</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Sometimes you're fraught.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">It's all in time- 2</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-156644321419552795?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-89959562133747451602008-08-05T01:01:00.000-07:002009-01-19T05:29:41.992-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXSAP2-6XLI/AAAAAAAAADo/L4GtA2jO1lo/s1600-h/Frustration2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292996472012954802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXSAP2-6XLI/AAAAAAAAADo/L4GtA2jO1lo/s320/Frustration2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">Everybody has a dream</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">Everybody gotta go higher</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">How ? Doesn't matter.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">Everybody wants to win</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">Everybody's a big liar</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">How? Doesn't matter.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">Damn easy to kill someone</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">Lot easier to kill your mind</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">Why to get into this</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">Turn your eyes be a blind.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">How? Doesn't matter.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">Well, money is everything</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">Bloody love is not enough</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">Stop crabbing my friend</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">Be a man , blow the gaff.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">How? Doesn't matter.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">Fuck this world, if it sucks </span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">You can change always</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">If you fail who cares?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">You shall win anyways.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">How? Doesn't matter</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-8995956213374745160?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-48615241305264580072008-04-15T01:42:00.000-07:002009-01-19T05:32:29.231-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXSA5I2Y-QI/AAAAAAAAADw/gUMDb92aKis/s1600-h/Eagle.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292997181183686914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXSA5I2Y-QI/AAAAAAAAADw/gUMDb92aKis/s320/Eagle.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Following is the impromptu translation of one of my Hindi songs.<br /><br />So what if I failed again<br />I have not given up yet<br />How can I give up without winning?<br />I would not want to live otherwise<br /><br />I know there are difficulties<br />It's full of fights<br />But I am not a boat<br />That can be sunk by mundane waves<br />They can not even capsize me<br />I am myself a cyclone<br />Or a hard rock<br />To move me down, is not easy.<br /><br />At the max, you can break<br />My hands and legs<br />Or take back my eye sight<br />I know you are God<br />And the whole world<br />Bows before you<br />But how can you falter<br />My mental strength?<br />Let me tell you<br />It's impossible for you.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-4861524130526458007?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-38328220070906610822008-01-24T05:08:00.000-08:002009-01-19T05:39:03.906-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXSCcQ9yiYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yEN4vlUJSw8/s1600-h/ILU.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292998884169255298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXSCcQ9yiYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yEN4vlUJSw8/s320/ILU.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;">If I like someone</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">If I love someone</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">If I miss someone</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">If I kiss someone</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">It's one and only you</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">You are darling ! my sweetheart.</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">If I die someday</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">If I cry someday</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">If I kill someone</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">If I pip someone</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">It's just for only you</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">You are darling ! my sweetheart</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">If I be happy</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">If I feel lucky</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">If I want something</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">If I quit something</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">It's just for only you<br />You are darling ! my sweetheart</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">If I dance ever</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">If I get fever</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">If I do something</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">If I croon something</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">It's just for only you<br />You are darling ! my sweetheart</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-3832822007090661082?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-33273711043108920382008-01-24T04:55:00.000-08:002009-01-19T05:21:21.622-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXR-Q58s10I/AAAAAAAAADI/TNhe21Z5z0c/s1600-h/Emptyness.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292994290965600066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXR-Q58s10I/AAAAAAAAADI/TNhe21Z5z0c/s320/Emptyness.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Everyday everytime</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Anyday anytime</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">I deal with loneliness</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Only loneliness.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">When I see, young men</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">holding someone</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Wish you with me </span><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">in my arms.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Doesn't matter, what's there</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">If you love me and care</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">I can breast the wildest storms.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">It's full of love</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">It's full of life</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Else emptiness</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Sheer emptiness.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">When the breeze rubs me</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">When the life sucks me</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Darling !! I think of you.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Your just one look</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Your that smile</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Make me crave to touch you.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">If you ask me</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">If I tell you</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Life minus you</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">is meaningless</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">It's meaningless</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-3327371104310892038?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-23138084972190118022008-01-20T03:15:00.000-08:002008-01-20T03:23:48.325-08:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Will you bear with me</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">in bad times</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Will you cheer up me</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">in sad times</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Will you stand by me </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">and say "I'm with you".</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Even if I am not</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">good looking</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Even if I'm good</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">for nothing</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Even if I dont </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">have money</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Will your love</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">still be true- 2</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Will you stand by me</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">and say "I'm with you".</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">WIll never hurt you</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">trust me</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">I'll never go away</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">trust me</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">And never belong to</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">anyone</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Will you ditch me </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">like many do- 2</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"><span style="color:#003300;">Will you stand by me<br /></span>and say "I'm with you".</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-2313808497219011802?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-558590468538195552008-01-08T01:04:00.000-08:002009-01-19T05:08:33.722-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXR7SFSSpnI/AAAAAAAAACo/wSPCLWIVkME/s1600-h/Waiting+dad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292991012653934194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXR7SFSSpnI/AAAAAAAAACo/wSPCLWIVkME/s320/Waiting+dad.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Next time</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">See you at home.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">We wait how long </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Just ask this mom.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Next time. . .</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">You come late night</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">When I sleep very tight.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">I know you are busy</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">But waiting is not easy.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Next time. . . </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Miss you in the class</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">When friends do harass.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">It then makes me cry</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">But you dont see it right?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Next time. . . </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-55859046853819555?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-26155047991308352572008-01-04T07:00:00.000-08:002009-01-19T05:07:16.038-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXR6-mBcz8I/AAAAAAAAACg/_yvyUryEMQM/s1600-h/Train.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292990677844283330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXR6-mBcz8I/AAAAAAAAACg/_yvyUryEMQM/s320/Train.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330099;">And I risk my life</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330099;">Everyday.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330099;">While boarding on</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330099;">The crowded trains.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330099;">Where a bomb blasted</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330099;">Killing hundred brains.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330099;">I stroll on the road</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330099;">Fearing a haunting car.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330099;">That will smash me</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330099;">Like it did, not so far.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330099;">Inhaling all the time</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330099;">Smokes of ecstasy.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330099;">What a beautiful this world !</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330099;">Where life is fantasy.</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-2615504799130835257?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-78620277858754293962008-01-04T06:43:00.001-08:002009-01-19T05:34:15.732-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXSBUCZ5xsI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2a38Md_7DrQ/s1600-h/Loser.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292997643310057154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXSBUCZ5xsI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2a38Md_7DrQ/s320/Loser.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong>Sure, I will come</strong><br /><strong>Along with you, Oh! Death !!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>But I have many desires </strong><br /><strong>To be fulfilled.</strong><br /><strong>Admit; I was a total loser.</strong><br /><strong>Yet want to make</strong><br /><strong>Many more attempts.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Have to search t</strong><strong>hose friends</strong><br /><strong>Who promised me help</strong><br /><strong>in my bad times.</strong><br /><strong>I have not seen a</strong><strong>ny of them</strong><br /><strong>Since I faced </strong><br /><strong>difficult times.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Have to take back</strong><br /><strong>The money I lent.</strong><br /><strong>Have to take back</strong><br /><strong>Those moments I spent.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Want to see the girl</strong><br /><strong>I loved once</strong><br /><strong>Who ditched me.</strong><br /><strong>Want to meet the teacher</strong><br /><strong>Who said to me </strong><br /><strong>'Education brings in success'.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Want to prove dad</strong><br /><strong>I am worth a lot.</strong><br /><strong>They called me 'Hobo'</strong><br /><strong>Want to prove I'm not.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>They said I was </strong><br /><strong>Idiosyncratic.</strong><br /><strong>I felt they were</strong><br /><strong>Materialistic.</strong><br /><strong>Did not like </strong><br /><strong>Following regulation.</strong><br /><strong>I termed it</strong><br /><strong>A social manipulation.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>I thought I was right.</strong><br /><strong>But only to my fright.</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-7862027785875429396?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-7461466325180006922007-10-04T10:21:00.000-07:002009-01-19T05:35:12.036-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXSBietS76I/AAAAAAAAAEA/eOHVIaTHjXw/s1600-h/Peace.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292997891425759138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXSBietS76I/AAAAAAAAAEA/eOHVIaTHjXw/s320/Peace.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Lets give a chance to peace.<br />Problem never ends<br />Anger never blends<br />With logic and sense.<br /><br />When you think<br />It's injustice.<br />When you face<br />The prejudice.<br />You 've a right to question<br />Not to kill.<br /><br />When you sabotage<br />The property of Nation.<br />It's not the way<br />To mitigation.<br />You 've a right to speak up<br />Not to shrill.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-746146632518000692?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-1681921810174768842007-10-02T06:04:00.000-07:002007-10-02T06:11:45.168-07:00The snow is melting.<br />The sky is falling.<br />A man is killing a man<br />All for a change.<br /><br />It's a new breed, you know<br />Inherited the past of injustice.<br />It carries the burden of tradition.<br />Is selfish, inhumane and<br />Fake kind of creation.<br /><br />They can't produce a Gandhi<br />A Lincoln, Washington or Milton.<br />They need a leader to lead<br />This fusion of wit and confusion.<br />The foe is not its neighbour<br />It's greed and its ambition.<br /><br />The snow has melted.<br />The sky has fallen.<br />God is creating species<br />All for a change.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-168192181017476884?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-45027663398824076432007-10-02T05:52:00.000-07:002009-01-19T22:51:46.050-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXV0dgD1wnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1KRXOdcbXIA/s1600-h/Sept+11,+2001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293264987214955122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXV0dgD1wnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1KRXOdcbXIA/s320/Sept+11,+2001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div>Lets make a new world<br />Where George Bush prays<br />For the goodness of Laden.<br />And Laden teaches us<br />Loving mankind of<br />Every race and religion.<br />Where life will be taken seriously<br />And no poor will be debt ridden.<br /><br />Where everybody learns<br />To love, love and love.<br /><br />Where there will be no kingdom<br />No Ruler, no subject or slave.<br />Where no one will sneer at<br />Have ego, whims or grieve.<br />Greed, hatred and prejudice<br />All will be shown, the grave.<br /><br />Where peace will prevail<br />And love, love and love.<br /><br />Because all the human beings<br />Are created by the same hand.<br />Everything belongs to Him<br />The water, food or land.<br />We all have a loving mother<br />Who loves a lot her lad.<br /><br />So swear by your mother<br />And spread love, love.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-4502766339882407643?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-90226830848088489962007-09-03T09:32:00.000-07:002007-09-03T09:36:53.443-07:00It hurts me when I mail<br />And ya dont reply.<br />It hurts me when I beseech<br />And ya always deny.<br /><br />Ya know what I mean<br />But dont wanna accept.<br />Ya may not resist it<br />But to like me except.<br /><br />Some people love to hide<br />Their feelings & admiration.<br />Some dont mind keep loving<br />Wrapped up in devotion.<br /><br />Some look for true love<br />But dont see around.<br />When it knocks their door<br />They sleep safe & sound.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-9022683084808848996?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-77989789962631707452007-09-03T09:26:00.000-07:002009-01-19T05:41:22.030-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXSC-prH_vI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YK3xsgmRfr4/s1600-h/Miss+u.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292999474917408498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXSC-prH_vI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YK3xsgmRfr4/s320/Miss+u.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Invisible yet I see<br />Your sensuous smile.<br />Touch your tender lips<br />Gasping in a while.<br /><br />Far away from ya<br />Makes my heart ache.<br />Coping with loneliness<br />Just for your sake.<br /><br />Rolling tears swollen eyes<br />Still I am fine.<br />If ya lemme feel<br />That ya are mine.<br /><br />Not necessary ya remember<br />But ya are remembered.<br />Deride me curse me<br />Still ya are revered.<br /><br />When not near me<br />I think of ya all the time.<br />When dont think of ya<br />I miss ya all the time.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-7798978996263170745?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-80151813116208535792007-08-26T06:33:00.000-07:002007-08-26T06:35:44.603-07:00Ya may say<br />I'm a dreamer<br />A dreamer, a day dreamer.<br /><br />I hope against hopes<br />I break all the ropes<br />I'm a dreamer.<br /><br />I eat dreams, I sleep dreams<br />I live dreams, I love to ......dream.<br /><br />No money, no food<br />No friends still, I love to... dream.<br /><br />Because those who dont dream<br />Dont live.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-8015181311620853579?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-39815680997356198132007-08-26T06:19:00.000-07:002007-08-26T06:22:25.008-07:00Everything goes<br />Where it started from<br />This a puzzle called life.<br /><br />What ya have got<br />It will be lost, someday<br />What is yours now<br />Will belong to me, someday<br /><br />This a puzzle called life.<br /><br />Why should cry for things<br />That is not for ya<br />Fate has stored, baby<br />Something better for ya<br />This a puzzle called life.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-3981568099735619813?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-41759982511632682732007-08-26T06:14:00.000-07:002007-08-26T06:17:39.417-07:00Everything comes at a price<br />Life is a big surprise<br />Ya see ya see.<br /><br />Nothing gonna change for sure<br />Cant exchange anymore<br />Whatever, it's yours<br />World is not so bore<br /><br />Some take it as it comes<br />And live life king size.<br /><br />Being like man is must<br />Lest your pains go burst<br />Great time will come but<br />Bear with bad phase first<br /><br />Some take it as it comes<br />And live life king size.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-4175998251163268273?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-67344131661900645032007-08-26T06:08:00.000-07:002009-01-19T05:13:32.073-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXR8ceQ71UI/AAAAAAAAACw/wpkG9kyni-c/s1600-h/9_santiago_mostyn_drunkard.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292992290669450562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXR8ceQ71UI/AAAAAAAAACw/wpkG9kyni-c/s320/9_santiago_mostyn_drunkard.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ya came not. I missed ya.<br />The whole day. The whole night.<br />Thousand times I looked at<br />Alone in the moon light.<br />Oh Sweetheart !!<br />I'm trudging<br />Like a crazyman on the streets.<br /><br />The face I had seen<br />Floats in my eyes.<br />Craving to see ya again<br />Look up in skies.<br />Oh Darling !!<br />I'm crying<br />Like a crazyman on the streets.<br /><br />Dunno where ya went to<br />All of a sudden<br />Come on once more<br />Gimme that one.<br />Oh baby !!<br />I'm dying<br />Like a crazyman on the streets.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-6734413166190064503?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-52332257269295794182007-08-26T05:42:00.000-07:002007-08-26T05:50:31.794-07:00No room for ya?<br /><br />Dont care<br /><br />No road seems ahead?<br /><br />Dont care<br /><br />It's rainin' ya fall<br /><br />Dont care<br /><br />Ya cry they laugh<br /><br />Dont care<br /><br /><br /><br />Ya just dont care<br /><br />Ya will find your way<br /><br /><br /><br />Have no money, no friend<br /><br />Dont care<br /><br />No wife no gurl friend<br /><br />Dont care<br /><br />Ya try and fail<br /><br />Dont care<br /><br />This ship will sail<br /><br />Dont care<br /><br /><br /><br />Ya just dont care<br />Ya will find your way<br /><br /><br />If help does not come<br /><br />Dont care<br /><br />No one gives ya thumb<br /><br />Dont care<br /><br />Ya find berrier<br /><br />Dont care<br /><br />No time is merrier<br /><br />Dont care<br /><br /><br /><br />Ya just dont care<br /><br />Ya will find your way<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-5233225726929579418?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-66965786066934989532007-08-26T05:35:00.000-07:002009-01-19T05:03:14.469-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXR6APLxVAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ucDtBX7w7I4/s1600-h/Hunger5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292989606561666050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXR6APLxVAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ucDtBX7w7I4/s320/Hunger5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Feel for 'em<br />It could be ya<br />God is not fair, to everybody.<br /><br />Dont get what ya want to<br />Cant do what ya want to<br /><br />No roof, no home, no bed<br />No dreams, no hope, no bread<br /><br />When taps go dry<br />Can ya hear 'em cry<br /><br />Give them a ear<br />They need help dear<br /><br />When ya're hungry<br />Or if thirsty<br />Ya yell at your momma<br />They even can't do that.<br /><br />God is not fair to everybody.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-6696578606693498953?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-87496249573428915902007-08-26T05:19:00.000-07:002008-01-15T01:38:37.410-08:00If<br /><br />If God comes to my house<br />I have just one grouse<br />Why? I am a poor.<br />*****************<br />Let it be<br /><br />Let it be the way it is<br />Poeple dont want a change<br /><br />They know how to cope up with<br />They know how to grapple with<br />Nothing new<br />They are used to it.<br />***********************<br /><br />It happens to be<br /><br />It happens to be my home<br />But have to go<br />A long long way.<br />I happens to be my friend<br />But have to go<br />A long long way<br />******************<br /><br />When<br /><br />When darkness comes in<br />When sorrow reins in<br />Trust me, I'm your friend<br /><br />Come away with me<br />Will show you the way<br /><br />Just because<br />I'm far from ya<br />Dont think I dont miss ya<br /><br />I love ya so much<br />I love ya so much<br />Dont think I dont feel for ya.<br /><br />***************************<br />City Girls<br /><br />City girls are pretty girls<br />Boys beware of them<br /><br />They look beautiful<br />And charming too<br />But the face is not real.<br /><br />They love your money<br />And hate your mommy<br />Their heart is not real.<br />****************************<br /><br />See the lives<br /><br />See the lives<br />Thru your eyes<br />Dont sleep in the nights.<br /><br />One can see, the real face<br />Of this city<br />Truth and lies...<br /><br />Silence one can hear<br />Feel the storm within<br />And feel the cries...<br /><br />************************<br />For Employees<br /><br />Dont be a slave<br />Be a master, own your life<br />It's a Dog's life<br /><br />Dont think<br />You're get paid.<br />Your selling your moments<br />It's a Dog's life<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-8749624957342891590?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-29227281476486545402007-08-26T05:12:00.000-07:002007-08-26T05:19:00.922-07:00Gimme, one more chance<br />I'll prove ya wrong<br />Oh God !<br />Ya aint invincible.<br /><br />If ya love me father<br />If I'm your son<br />Why ya make me cry?<br /><br />How could ya see<br />Weeping like this<br />Dont ya have a heart?<br />Oh God !<br />Ya aint convincible.<br /><br />I may be sad<br />I may be shaken and<br />I may be broken too<br /><br />I may be forlorn<br />I may be forgotten but<br />Still have a hope<br />Oh God !<br />It's not impossible.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-2922728147648654540?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-38775240654472384232007-08-26T05:07:00.000-07:002009-01-19T05:37:03.342-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXSB2FLE5GI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jGua84gu0FE/s1600-h/Drought2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292998228168729698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXSB2FLE5GI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jGua84gu0FE/s320/Drought2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Oh God<br />Spare a thought for them<br />They are my people<br />My countrymen.<br /><br />Dunno what they eat<br />Dunno what they drink<br />Last year's flood<br />Took it away<br />Dunno who to blame.<br /><br />Their lives are fraught<br />With femine &amp; drought<br />They die everyday<br />Thousand times<br />It's really a bane.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-3877524065447238423?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-68838794030702334522007-08-26T04:58:00.000-07:002009-01-19T05:15:30.094-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXR86uygudI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KX5aFHh7HIw/s1600-h/Oldman.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292992810501323218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXR86uygudI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KX5aFHh7HIw/s320/Oldman.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Do ya know, what happened<br />Last summer<br />My friend was killed in War.<br /><br />Do ya know, what happened<br />Last month<br />My brother was burnt in riot.<br /><br />Do ya know, what happened<br />Last day<br />20 people died in cold.<br /><br />Do ya know, what happened<br />Last night<br />A baby was crying on the road.<br /><br />Do ya know, what happened<br />To me<br />I committed suicide.<br /><br />You will know<br />It will happen again<br />Greed and Bread<br />Are the causes of death.<br /><br />Do ya know<br />What will happen to ya?<br />I know not.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-6883879403070233452?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-72479398707148217062007-08-26T04:54:00.000-07:002007-08-26T04:58:50.547-07:00Everybody has a girlfriend<br />Not me<br />Everybody has pretty wife<br />Not me<br />Everybody has money, buddy<br />Not me<br /><br />I am not like you.<br /><br />Everybody has a job<br />Not me<br />Everybody has a problem<br />Not me<br />Everybody has stress<br />Not me<br /><br />I am not like you.<br /><br />Everybody has a greed<br />Not me<br />Everybody has a fear<br />Not me<br />Everybody has insecurity<br />Not me<br /><br />I am not like you.<br /><br />You see. I'm different.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-7247939870714821706?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-81608246942141264302007-08-26T04:47:00.000-07:002007-08-26T04:54:44.143-07:00You are nobody.<br /><br />When you're hurt<br />Or get injurd<br />Does it make any difference<br />To anybody??<br /><br />You are nobody.<br /><br /><br />You work so hard but<br />Boss never impressed<br />It's office politics<br />Where you get harassed<br /><br />You are nobody.<br /><br />Unable to marry<br />The girl you love<br />Not able to buy<br />The vehicle you love<br /><br />You are nobody.<br /><br />What seems real<br />Is purely fake<br />Keep your cool<br />Dont go berserk<br /><br />You are nobody.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-8160824694214126430?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-33882085753587401932007-07-28T04:09:00.000-07:002009-01-19T05:44:18.455-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXSDqze8NUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/fRYmA1LJsZg/s1600-h/Pain.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293000233464902978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXSDqze8NUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/fRYmA1LJsZg/s320/Pain.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">It's not that easy</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">To cope up with bad times</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I know. I know</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I've been thru</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">When friends become strangers</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Strangers become angels</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I know. I know<br />I've been thru </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">When you want to cry</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">But tears not in eyes</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I know I know </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I've been thru</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">When you love someone</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">'n' he breaks your heart</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I know I know </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I've been thru</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Despite hard work</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">You fail every time</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I know I know </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I've been thru</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">You are in the crowd</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Still loneliness</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I know I know</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I've been thru</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-3388208575358740193?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-47848663944232626832007-07-20T10:46:00.000-07:002007-07-20T10:50:20.697-07:00Can't believe u dad<br />I can't believe u dad<br /><br />No one can fly?<br />Can't touch the sky?<br />Howz that??<br />I can't believe u dad<br /><br />Nobody believes<br />Dreams can be true<br />Nobody wants to dream<br />Nobody wants to believe<br />How sad??<br />I can't believe u dad<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-4784866394423262683?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-77208609819782227132007-07-20T10:35:00.000-07:002007-07-20T11:00:23.230-07:00I will get back to you<br />My dear fellow<br /><br /><br /><br />I can't leave it<br />So easily<br /><br />Can't let you go<br />So bravily<br /><br />I can't forget<br />This insult<br /><br />I will get back to you.<br />My dear fellow<br /><br />You can't win<br />Everytime<br /><br />You can't escape<br />Everytime<br /><br />You will fight<br />To the death<br /><br />I will get back to you.<br />My dear fellow<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-7720860981978222713?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-58127467004331342232007-07-20T10:33:00.000-07:002009-01-19T05:47:15.679-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXSEXKerLRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Kzd3Eq2H-j0/s1600-h/Goodbye.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293000995552046354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXSEXKerLRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Kzd3Eq2H-j0/s320/Goodbye.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The time has come<br />Mamma, got to go now.<br /><br />Couldn't be with u<br />when u needed me most<br />So dear mamma<br />I'm leaving for u<br />my heart n soul.<br /><br />Couldn't love someone<br />Nobody loved me either<br />So hey bebes<br />I'm leaving for u<br />Lots of love.<br /><br />I had fire in me<br />Wanted to be a king<br />So young ones<br />I'm leaving for u<br />Dreams of mine.<br /><br />Couldn't grow in life<br />Couldn't go so high<br />Oh my son<br />I'm leaving for u<br />Some innocence.<br /><br />Cheers !!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-5812746700433134223?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-1723077368307018772007-07-20T10:27:00.000-07:002009-01-19T05:19:07.058-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXR9wLSB7fI/AAAAAAAAADA/UQGTWUmwdSo/s1600-h/Simple+things.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292993728682782194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXR9wLSB7fI/AAAAAAAAADA/UQGTWUmwdSo/s320/Simple+things.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>These people dont understand<br />simple things of life.<br /><br />They dont understand how to smile<br />They dont understand how to cry<br />They dont understand how to be happy<br />They dont understand how to fee, actually.<br /><br />They have no time to talk to you<br />Have no time to look around<br />They have no time for the family<br />Have no time for themselves, actually<br /><br />They are doing for the heck of it<br />They are going for the sake of it<br />They are running away but<br />Dont know which way it is, actually<br /><br />Did somebody tell them<br />They are machine, actually???<br /><br />Cheers</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-172307736830701877?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666327633140194911.post-72839916420332302082007-07-20T10:03:00.000-07:002009-01-19T05:00:09.724-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXR5UKewH7I/AAAAAAAAACI/7ib6-b2nGF4/s1600-h/Wounded+girl.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292988849384857522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHU_TwW3f6I/SXR5UKewH7I/AAAAAAAAACI/7ib6-b2nGF4/s320/Wounded+girl.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This world needs no more war<br />Take my blood and save this world<br /><br />Dunno why they call 'em learned<br />They fight for oil and piece of land<br />Not for you and not for bread<br /><br />Take my love and save this world<br />This world needs no more war<br /><br />No region and no religion<br />No logic and no reason<br />Free your mind from the prison<br /><br />Take my word to save this world<br />This world needs no more war<br /><br />O' mighty and rich !!<br />Take juice, sandwitch<br />But think for 'em, I beseech<br /><br />Give some pie and save this world<br />This world needs no more war</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666327633140194911-7283991642033230208?l=apoemforgeorgebush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>God's sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05592326683750608961noreply@blogger.com0