Malaya Roses, 22 january 2012
Could you take me away?
A mended heart was closing, slow
All the paths of sorrow, silent
Attempt of the fallen
A sinner seek more than endurance
Way of life might be twisted
Beam over my losing conviction
Compassionate mind
Devoted me was gone
Timeless vanity turns to be an ultimate desolation
Life is a chain of consequences
Past is the complete edge of despoilment
For good or worse, I am asking the angelic mercy
God’s ordeal, I bear all
From the sandy earth of inconsolable fear, I seek You
Unvarnished skin of wildest dream I seek yes
Crushed after words of a distorted mind
I seek unembellished defiance
Being alive with the untold mistakes and sins
I seek forgiveness
Away I wish to be but fragile lungs of mine
Said a sadness was more than remorse
I am searching for a faith
To permit survival upon human’s fault.
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Malaya Roses, 21 january 2012
Substituted words were unveiled
Smell of past bloodshed, provocative
Hatred created
Acts meant all
Everything taken and threw out
Mind and soul tear apart
Till the end
No surrender could inflict more pain than welcome
Mistaken enemy with lover
Face off the limitless revenge
Being alive and dead was next to my slumber pillow
Tears were reaching heaven and hell
You shall not survive me.
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Malaya Roses, 20 january 2012
Cruel history wasmade to mirrorSeeing the past in a glance of the wasted land
Some truth are hidden
consficated moment for the wisemanReflections are deadlyfor they might bleed you dry....regretted !!!© All Rights Reserved
Malaya Roses, 15 january 2012
Take my bones and burn them into the ashes
Still I shall survive your treason.
Take my skin and peel them off.
Still, I must survive your season.
Take my veins and pull them to the ending knot.
Still, I will survive your monsoon.
Take my soul and sold them cheap.
Still, I'd survived your fallen castle.
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Malaya Roses, 15 january 2012
Take my bones and burn them into the ashes
Still I shall survive your treason.
Take my skin and peel them off.
Still, I must survive your season.
Take my veins and pull them to the ending knot.
Still, I will survive your monsoon.
Take my soul and sold them cheap.
Still, I'd survived your fallen castle.
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Malaya Roses, 18 december 2011
Could your words
Wash and heal my wounded thought?
Judgment or perception
You made liar too simple to forgive
Forget or forgotten within a molded trust
About care and hope
Twisted at the edge with blade and blood
They were thicker than you ever think
Hit to the wall of all shames
Regretting to know you
Suppose to be a good friend of many truths
But dear me you are liar
By God by angle come no near
No print are not taken into my ribs of regret,
Seeing your heinous game of hypocrite
Unremorseful sins deem so light
Upon your head
Too much of demonic overly lusty desires were born and grow
And they are killing you fast.
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Malaya Roses, 18 december 2011
You are here
To bear some unspeakable sins
The shoulder might be ripped away
But yet
The choice was made to darken light clouds
Above the head
Below the grid
I could not find a reason
Treason was made to the limit
No more forgiveness
Every blow is unredeemable.
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