The jolly fat man
Dressed in red and white
Will be back again
On this festive night
Once again each year,
He’ll be in the air
With his reindeer sleigh
And the children’s fair
Toys and gifts abound
Wrapped in red and green
Waiting by the tree
Happy Christmas scene

Many times the world appear to be,
A horror fiction without reality,
Since ancient times from days of old,
When slaves were bought, exchanged and sold,
Today the world retains its deadly game,
The violence, evil and wars are still the same.

Two flies were sitting together,
And one was smacked right on the head,
The other one did fly away.
The unfortunate one lay dead;
A third fly arrived on the scene,
On the ground was his lifeless friend,
He felt lucky that he was late,
Or else that could have been his end.

Outwards social life
Inwards we are all alone
Balancing the act

Strong waves reach the shore
Retreat to return once more
Fierce undercurrent

You could be my lungs
For you give me breath.

You could be my heart
Because it beats for you.

You were already in my head,
Now you are in the heart
Within my chest.