Loser Soul

Every soul suffers some hunger

Whatever it gets finds it meager,

To get more it is always eager,

all its life, for this it lingers

Yes it is the loser.

The weakness it tries to hinder,

For those who point out, it shows its finger,

Never comes out of the slumber,

Earns its name, the dreamer,

Yes it is the loser.

Always futile to find its soul's singer

Blames the maker to be the sinner,

Reaches the brink as a loser

Buries itself as a rotten ginger

Yes its the loser.

Dear Eros

O dear Eros,

Blessed are those whom you bless with love unsown,
The strike of the cupid and shower the fondness for a maiden forknown,
Hard to face the wrath gave me for some reason unkown,
Abandon me from the ardor I yearn leaving me forlorn,
Never will the maiden understand the relation between dew carried by the windblown,
So callows and cold she gets for the love upthrown,
For every vigor in me I just yearn for her talk so sweet as an elvish born,
O dear Eros, forgive me for the curse is hard to bear on...

........To be continued

- Mohd Saif