I Wish

You left me here in this place,
Since I was eleven,
I wish that the way to hell,
Goes through the heaven,

So that I could see you one more time,
So I could take one last advice,
Is it good to be bad in this world ,
Or is it worse to be nice,

I wish that I have to pass the heaven,
In order to reach to the hell,
So I could hear your stories one last time,
So I could wish you farewell,

I'll keep that memory with me,
Till the end of the time,
Cause being with you in this place,
Was the best memory of mine...

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I know you're not glad of me,
Of the person I happen to be,
Cause the worst of my side,
You're the only one who can see,

I wish I could take care,
Of grandma a lot better than I did,
But what can you expect from a child,
Who likes to keep every feeling hid,

I wish you were here so that,
I could learn how to be strong from you,
Grandma would have better days,
Than she had, and you know it's true,

I know I never met you,
Or even get a chance to say thank you,
For the fruits you feed this unborn child,
For that, forever, I'm indebted to you,

I hope you're happy wherever you are,
I know grandma's right by your side,
Cause there's another star in the sky,
She told me in my childhood where you reside...

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I know I never met you,
Atleast not with open eyes,
But I think that it was the reason,
I'm still not good at goodbyes,

I never get to say my first one,
Cause you left us so soon,
I wish I could meet you for a while,
If you'd come halfway, I'll fly on a balloon,

We'll have lots of talks,
I'll complain you about dad,
Then you could smile a little,
And pretend that, on him, you're mad,

Bring grandma along with you,
I miss the stories she told at bedtime,
If you were here, I know,
We all would have a very great time,

I'll tell you all about those years,
That you weren't here along with us,
I hope you'll not be mad at me,
On how I became such a wuss,

I know you're not proud of me,
Of the thing that I have became,
I know that I hurt people,
I'm a total failure and I'm to only blame,

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The Story of Paul (Final Part)

Cause it pinches every time,
With that beard everytime my pa kiss,
I told him, "Wecome back home pa,
Every night me and ma really miss",

He hugged us and then he carried me,
And made me fly like superman,
He is cooler than any one else,
Even Ninja hattori and perman,

That was the story I wanted to tell,
How my dadda got sick and get well,
And my mum told me that our prayers,
Is nothing else but like a god's home bell,

Everytime we pray from heart,
He give us what we really need,
He guide through the bad days,
And every night he's the reason we feed,

I told this story cause I see,
Everyone getting that same flu,
I will ask my ma to drive me,
To everyone's home and say gilli gilli chu,

Till then you keep helping and praying,
For the one's that have gotten sick,
I know God will listen from Montana,
And he will make you better real quick...

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The Story of Paul (Part-III)

My dadda laughed and said,
"Son go outside, you shouldn't be here",
I told him I am a big boy now,
Don't you worry, don't you fear,

My mama came and she was crying,
She told me to go play outside,
But I will stay with pa, I said,
I won't go, I straight away denied,

Everyone was sad there,
All black and white and very tragic,
So I told pa, I can make,
Everything bright, I can do magic,

I bring out my wand from bag,
I said, "Abracadabra, gilli gilli chu,
Here comes a big rainbow,
And make everyone colourflu,"

Everyone laughed and told me,
It was good, I very well tried,
That the starting was pretty good,
But in ending I had not spelled it right,

After that my mum took me out,
And then we sat at the Pew,
We prayed for my pa to get well,
And rain poured outside, out of blue,

It took a couple of weeks,
For my pa to get well and come back home,
And he got very long beard,
So I gifted him a shaving foam,

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The Story of Paul (Part-II)

She told me it's a place where,
Our loved one's go after they're old and sick,
But no one comes back from there,
And she told me it's god who choose and pick,

So I decided to ask my dadda,
Why can't we ever visit to nanna,
And why is this place called heven,
Not nearby and so far in Montana,

My dadda did not came that night,
But a call came on the phone,
My mum grabbed the car keys,
She told me to come and give me a scone,

I ate that scone all the way,
As my mum drove to my pa,
I told her the stories of warriors and knights,
But she was worried and to her it was all blah, blah, blah,

When we reached the place,
I saw my dadda, he caught a weird flu,
He could barely talk and walk,
His face went all from red to blue,

I asked the doctor and he told me,
What happened to my dadda's face,
He told me," your dadda is sick and,
God may call him to his place"

I went in there and I told my dadda,
If you're going then I will too,
But wait for me as I have to show,
Nanna, my new colourflu shoe,

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The Story of Paul (Part-I)

Hello guys, my name is Paul,
And I am now 5 years old,
I am a big boy now and,
My mama told me I am brave and bold,

I go to school and I learn,
Everyday from my teacher,
She tells me stories of good kings,
And also of many bad bad creature,

And I am here to tell you a story,
And it does not have fairies or elf,
I will tell you a real story,
Of no one else but mine myself,

Last summer I went to school,
And I asked my teacher from where do we come,
She told me there's a place called heven,
So I came home and ask my mum,

I asked my mum, if heven is real,
If that is from everyone arrives,
And which bus does go to that place,
And who really does this bus drives?

Cause I heard my mum said me same thing,
When I asked her where my grandma went,
So I asked her to tell me where can I find,
This bus, and asked her to give me some cent,

When I asked her to give me some money,
So I can go and meet my nanna,
It's been so long that I had seen her,
She told me it's a place very far in Montana,

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I am a Man (Part-III)

Even the spider man can be afraid,
Of the insects crawling in the dirt,
Even though he may sound all tough,
But even Batman's feelings can be hurt,

Even the Captain America,
Can sometimes let his guard down,
And looking at the black panther,
We know not every king needs a crown,

No I am not perfect or strong,
Yes I can also get scared in the night,
But I do not have a heart of stone,
Even my heart breaks during a fight,

Yes I am a man, and I am proud,
Yes I am afraid, I say it out loud,
I have an identity, my reason to be,
I am not just another face in the crowd,

Yes I am a man, and I am weighed,
From the fake smile everytime I displayed,
But saying every boy is the same,
My respect is not others to degrade...

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I am a Man (Part-II)

I am a man, and I am not strong,
I also have a softer side,
But my parents always told me to be strong,
So all that softness , in me, I hide,

I have always been told to be brave,
I have always been told not to cry,
My dreams were stomped under responsibilities,
Just like them girls, I was also not allowed to fly,

I was also grounded and punished,
Restrictions were also there for me,
But they were neglected by everyone,
My tears they just chose not to see,

Even superheroes have a weakness,
Even the one's who can take a flight,
Even the Hulk can love someone,
Even Superman has it's kryptonite,

Even the Iron man does have,
Real feelings and a beating heart,
But even he must feel if there could be,
A button to make it all restart,

Even the desires of doctor strange,
Can be straight enough,
Even Thor could have a soft corner,
Even he is not as tough,

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I am a Man (Part-I)

Who says I got a heart of stone,
Who says that I cannot care,
From my hardships and heartaches,
Are these people even aware?

The love I have for my children,
The feelings I carry for my loved one's,
But no, they always see my tough side,
They always see me as if I carry guns,

Just so I don't touch a girl on my way,
From my usual walking course, I divert,
But a bad fish can spoil the pond,
They just see every man as a pervert,

Just like not every girl is good,
Not every guy is bad,
But the world today choose to ignore,
They just don't want to understand,

For every man, the women are mean,
For every girl, a guy is creep,
But amid all this hate and blaming,
Not a single person gets good night sleep,

Yes I am a man and I'm proud,
And I am not a creep at all,
To protect the one's I love,
In front of problems I stood like a wall,

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