Old poems

If She Loved Me…

If she loved me…the rain would stop…
If she didn’t…my heart would drop…
If she love me…the world becomes beautiful…
If she didn’t…I will just become pitiful…
If she loved me…my heart turns red and warm…
If she didn’t… my life is howling with callous storms…
If she loved me… I live like a king…
If she didn’t… I can’t even sing…
If she loved me… I will put in my everything…
If she didn’t… to begin, I didn’t have a thing…
If she loved me… you will see me smile…
If she didn’t… You’ll never find that in a thousand miles…
If she loved me… She’ll be all I ever needed…
If she didn’t… To be miserable, I’ve succeeded…

Hmm kinda lame poem I composed…what do u people think?


Happiness ?

Finally I shall give a shot on a happy poem.

Happiness brings a smile to our faces…
Makes us forget about unhappy places…
Derived from not me but you…
By the little meaningful things you do…
Happiness conceals ugly the traces…
Of our past that the shadow embraces…
Happiness appetizers our worldly desires…
And lights our vision with passionate fires…
A happy man is relieved of stress and tire…
Like a flying balloon free from strings and wire…
However, happiness does not appear simply…
For the path of searching is crooked and slippery…