This is for all the women around the world
Mothers, daughters, sisters, women of their word.
Every March eight, we get to celebrate
Success, freedom, power, all about them that's great.
There was once a time when women couldn't wear jeans;
We've come a long way,
Women now move in different scenes.
Fashion designers, traders or ambassadors?
Women aim high, there are plenty of followers.
We no longer have to hide, thoughts or talents.
We can compete, be at one with men's challenge.
In the end, we proclaim our independence today.
Day in and day out, still hope for no foul play.
A woman's worth, beware of her intuition.
She deserves the best, give her the recognition.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Tuesdays
You and I, we met on a tuesday night.
It was just a typical day for you;
For me though, our encounter shed new light.
Amidst the crowd, found that special place
Where we hear giggles; go in without a trace.
Here, I crave for what is in my reach.
Sitting in the corner with exclusive view,
I get to choose; his face is sweet as peach.
Between whispers and stares, we speak truth;
And I become Eve, tasting the forbidden fruit.
After some sinful flirting here and there,
At the break of dawn we are through.
You're a handsome mistake I needn't repair.
Sense my grin as I lit this cigarette?
Tuesdays got me smiling now, damn, I don't regret.
It was just a typical day for you;
For me though, our encounter shed new light.
Amidst the crowd, found that special place
Where we hear giggles; go in without a trace.
Here, I crave for what is in my reach.
Sitting in the corner with exclusive view,
I get to choose; his face is sweet as peach.
Between whispers and stares, we speak truth;
And I become Eve, tasting the forbidden fruit.
After some sinful flirting here and there,
At the break of dawn we are through.
You're a handsome mistake I needn't repair.
Sense my grin as I lit this cigarette?
Tuesdays got me smiling now, damn, I don't regret.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
My stranger
I left that night with nothing but a name.
Hours spent together, maybe it was just a game.
So vague, so blurred, I can barely even remember.
Just the same, I wanted his kiss to last forever.
Now, not a day goes by without him on my mind,
I long for his hands to hold my face, but I'm fantasizing blind
In my head, in my heart, can't seem to forget his gaze;
My knees still tremble and I know it is not just a phase.
Perhaps that night will meet the day someday,
You'll smell my perfume again and I shall meet you halfway.
On a high, on cloud nine, a feeling so true.
But alas, we are fading; and I wonder why we do.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
"Have you lost your "muchness"?"
Truth is, if you don't despise your passion every now and then,
you mustn't love it that much.
you mustn't love it that much.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Sunday, December 19, 2010
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