Lilies -- Poem by Samson Koshy

Lilies

Evil in my bones
with painful moans
in vicodin and morphine
gates of death to be seen.

Once upon a time, was scared
in a time like now, prepared.
Ready to open the door
Ready to face the core

In times like these
as life takes a twist.
When life could take away the keys
and leave a list.

Death in fresh air
Fresh breath after Death's air;
it suddenly feels light
a new heart with light

Everyone has their demons
Everyone has their limit,
remaining shining beacons
to the very last minute.

Samson Samuel Koshy
Copyright (c) Samson Samuel Koshy

Sometimes -- Song by Samson Koshy

Sometimes

Sometimes I want to tell you
Sometimes I try it the other way
Sometimes I want to tell you why
But there is really no.. Anyway

You know exactly what I mean
With every word that I write so keen
It'as got the meaning into your heart
But now that we're far apart
I can't refrain

Sometimes I want to pop up
Right in front of your little door
And when I say Hello to you
You don't welcome me in home

What do I do
I don't understand
I want to hold you hand in hand
You make the feeling dignified
When you have been on my side
I can't go back

Coz you know this kind of feeling
That gets into my heart
And you know this type of feeling
That I feel
And you know that I feel so good
When you have been on my side
That's when I feel so inspired
All the time.


Samson Samuel Koshy
Copyright (c) Samson Samuel Koshy - Aug 1983

Third -- Poem by Samson Koshy

Third

Do rain drops know they will be back up in the clouds ?
Why would they need to worry?
Their life is a cloud of hurry.

If we know our future
As we live in our suburb
We'd know our mental butchers
And the ones we disturb

Like every system needs a shock
To either miss what was good
Or to either embrace the good
Likewise our sensors will flock
Creating a harmonious mood
A sense of realization we could

We are born to be aligned
And then be out of line
To then be aligned
That's the fine line.
Just like the planets and stars
We need to wobble
Our internal gravity starts
And does its deed so noble
This is the fabric of our being
Like space-time is to believing.

Samson Samuel Koshy
Copyright (c) Samson Samuel Koshy

Greatest - Poem by Samson Koshy

Greatest

Some written thoughts

A woven relationship

the paper lost

A stronger relationship.

A sense of willingness

The power of love

Creating newness

And the power to love.

An adventure

A hope for the future

To hope and faith

For the greatest is Love.

Samson Samuel Koshy

Copyright (c) 2009 Samson Samuel Koshy

Infinity - Poem by Samson Koshy

Infinity

If everything was certain

Nothing would exist

When it's uncertain

Creativity exists

and choices exists.

And from creativity

Comes eternity

And from choices

Comes destiny.

Samson Samuel Koshy

Copyright (c) 2009 Samson Samuel Koshy

Heavenly -- Poem By Samson Koshy

Heavenly

Jupiter and Venus,

they have seen us.

Two eyes that shine

with the crescent moon;

that smiles down while we dine

not a moment too soon.

A rare smile

seen from many miles,

the heavens shining light

giving power and wisdom

As our hearts reflect the light

in our own kingdom.

Samson Samuel Koshy

Copyright (c) 2009 Samson Samuel Koshy

Couple - Poem by Samson Koshy

Couple

Pouring one's heart out 

Before the night is out

Resolving issues before dawn

Fire when the lights are gone

The crux of a relationship

Is every line above

And every line in between

The heart of a relationship 

Is about caring, giving and love

And every act in between.

Samson Samuel Koshy

Copyright (c) 2009 Samson Samuel Koshy

Purple -- By Samson Koshy

Purple

What is it about purple?

It's red and bold.

It's blue and cold.

like everyone has one true color,

does it make the meaning fuller?

Is it about the basic things,

one cares and thinks?

Is it the shades we dribble?

Like the trees may change color

for different seasons;

We may change our colors

for different reasons !

Samson Samuel Koshy

Copyright (c) 2009 Samson Samuel Koshy

Belief - Poem by Samson Koshy

Belief

Air we cannot see but feel,

the medium of music that heals,

the winds that show direction;

showing the clues of our afflictions,

that always talks in tunes,

helping us find our peace,

tunes us to our love of that,

lease us a second coming.

For what we cannot believe,

we feel.

For what we feel

we believe.

Samson Samuel Koshy

Copyright (c) 2009 Samson Samuel Koshy