Love Hate

Felt like I was on a new high
Felt the happiness flame up like fire
Even in the dark you were my eternal light
Nothing could have possibly felt this right

It seemed like life was at its blissful peak
And yet I’ve never felt so weak
But it didn’t matter
Cause you were there and I had my happily ever after

But the end came later than sooner
And reality hit with its sad humor
To have gotten so far
But to find out in the end that it was nothing but a farce
To find out I was nothing of importance
More like an actress with a performance

But that’s life you know
With sadness lurking in every hole
And just like everything else
Love buried in all that lies
Still inevitably dies


Perfect Stranger

I may never admit this to you
But I noticed you noticing me
And even from the far distance
You already captivated me

I know better than to talk to strangers
I know of all the possible risks
But if you had walked past me
I may have shocked us both by taking the lead

Much to my relief
You stopped in front of me
And although you said the silliest thing
Just staring at your face filled me with need
After that everything you said became the perfect thing


Ever thought how you’d end?

What the future would be like?

What people would have to say when you die?


The way we choose to live today is likely to affect tomorrow

The way we treat others is likely to follow

The things we have said will surely reflect

The actions we have done we’d bear their effect

Whatever we think of ourselves would not in the end matter

Its whatever we make of ourselves that would affect the latter

The sins we have committed we would eventually bear its consequences

The souls we destroyed we would certainly bear their vengeances

The things we should have done or shouldn’t have done would pile as regrets

The regrets would eventually turn to bitterness

With just bitterness the end would only seem meaningless

This is only for those who have lived or are living life so clueless

But For those who have lived and are living life righteously

Those who are willing to gain their labour’s fruit patiently

Those whose words have only brought blessings

Whose actions have gained cheering

Whose life is worth remembering

who treated others with kindness

Who no matter the hardship only lived with brightness

For those the end would surely come with gracefulness

The life we should live should be one we could account for

The kind of life where even in the end there are little regrets

Where the funeral would be a grand event

Where our name would forever be known for generations to come

But of course for only the good we have done


I say this in the memory of the great life of a legend

Whose name would forever be said with praise

Who would be known for the inspiration he raised

Muhammed Ali was a man of greatness

And he would be remembered for that greatness

May his soul rest in perfect piece.