My own thoughts….

April 1, 2008

You wish they were gone when they were here,
And you wish they were here when they were gone.
Never will you be happy if you live because you were given a life,
Hapiness is when you live to live your life with all its life.
Art is not the complicated work of someone,
Its the work that brings a thought to your heart.
Poem is the wind from a turbulent heart,
A non-poet heart has got the real poem in it.