HAPPY ENDINGS!

Happy endings don't always mean happy endings.
Everyday I thank life for making me realize that
happy endings only exist in fairy tales.

Every Cindrella doesn't get a Charming Prince.
Every sleeping beauty is not woken up by
the Prince's kiss.
Every Ariel doesn't become the queen of Atlantis.

It's not important tha you get happiness
after every suffering.
Sometimes there is no peace to end the raging war.

Every mirror doesn't tell your true beauty
Every apple doesn't mean death.
Every fairytale doesn't mean dream
each happy moment doesn't mean a happy ending.

Each life is not better than death
Each kiss is not better than the end
Each happy moment is not better than happy ending.

Each buck is not a dollar
Each Sapphire is not a blue diamond.
Each tusk is not ivory.
Each happy moment is not
happy ending.

For happy endings don't always
comprise of happiness.
Ending can be tragedy
Ending can be life
Ending can be Biss zur mittagstunde.

So you'll do better by grasping this fact
that happy endings are a page in a fairytale
like writing THE END at the end of a
tragic manuscript
like embracing life at the point of death
like kissing love at the point of the end!

LIFE AFTER DEATH!

There is a day
after every night.
There is a light
after every dark.
There is a hope
after every loss.
There is a life
after every death.


There is a happiness
after every misery
There is a party
after every disaster.
There is a way
after every end.


There is a love
after every hatred
There is a life
after every death.


There is an up
after every down.
There is a heaven
after every hell.
There is a smile
after every tear.
There is a life
after every death.

HOW IRONIC

The rain that falls
with thuds for splatters
remind me of all the downfalls in life.


Ironic the way everything falls down
never goes up for more than a few minutes.
Seems pretty personal the way water extinguishes everything
but fails when it comes in front of fire.


Love can extinguish every other emotion but hatred.
Bloodshed is the truth of life.
Violence is the ultimate peace.
Destruction the ultimate construction.


So ironic that people remember
the dictator Hitler
but not the warrior Napoleon.


How ironic that great and good today are one.
A common misconception.
Great is success.
Good is heart.


Ironic the way
everyone believes in God
and knows nothing about Him.


How ironic the way
people hate demonic
but practice Satanism
in every thought.


How ironic the way
people manifest bravery
but tremble at the sight of death.


How ironic the way
there's life after death,
peace after death,
but no peace in life.


So shall there never be light?
A dark Church
with no Copernicus
for what it's worth?


Let there be life
diplomacy not hypocrisy
'cause this world is dead enough
without a slaughterhouse round every corner.


Let there be life
coz death's a bloodshed
and none likes a tear.
Let there be truth
coz this life, believe me or not,
in itself is a huge lie.
Let there be hope
coz that, ultimately,
is the ruler of every kingdom!

DREAMS

Dreams are not fantasies
dreams are not blueprints
of the World Trade Centre,
construction plan for Hollywood.


Dreams are the building blocks of life,
the pass- time in a boring class,
the throne in every castle,
the thought in every mind.


Dreams attract 9/11's,
dreams bomb Hiroshima-Nagasaki,
dreams require Pearl Harbour
but dreams form the Mother Earth .


Dreams build Titanic,
dreams direct 'Remember Me',
dreams make Miley Cyrus
and dreams make this Earth.


Dreams are truth of life,
dreams are fantasies in Twilight
dreams are the pageant of a contest,
dreams are James Cameron.


So dream
for it's important,
dream for it's necessary,
dream for without.... dreaming
the world will come to a stand still.


Dream for it's your right,
 dream for without dreaming
there is no life.


Dream for world itself is a dream,
dream for it's the ultimate truth.
May you dream
and thus attain enlightenment.


HALLELUJAH!

ULTIMATUM!

Sun never stopped burning
stars never stopped shining
people never stopped speaking
and I never stopped dying.

Every tick of the second-hand
showed another moment passing
and every second that passed
brought with it another second
waiting to pass...

As for me,
death was life
and life was death.

Sun that shone bright in the sky
brought with it the ray of hope
not that it will be light
but that soon it will be dark.

For darkness reflected my mood
the inside of me dead as a corpse
and outside of me trying not to look dead.

The ultimatum for the pain to go
was a never-coming phenomena
and the numbness inside me
was a never-ending truth
that I could not deny.

I wished I could die
but it seems
death is oblivious to my pain.

Death seems like a rotten egg
when it doesn't show up
when it is in most demand.
and life feels like an obligation
rather than a gift
when who we lived for
is Gone!