Yes, the road to Hell,

You turn me around,Voices, emotions,New musical sound,I love of your personThe melody, found.

Do not forget usAnd leave usIn Loneliness,As we wereWhen we were born,Most lives areOr should beA searchFor you, LoveOur natural nestOur dearest home.

Outweigh, the bad,Consider yourself lucky,Very lucky,There are some, perhaps manyThat not even one momentOf happiness, have they ever had.

Films did it.

Do we think, ‘things will change’,That some how, Hope can be arranged,And then something happens,Not for the better,Just an eye-opener,That makes you realize,That Change is just a word,That has to do with the weather,Not with human exchange,Something, that no matter,How hard we try,Simply cannot be arranged.

Rhymes that come and go,Mysteriously,Some might say that that’sA total waste of time!But for me,As vital as the air I breath,Since Poetry is,The life that’s left,In me,And joyfully existsExtemporaneouly.