Life is not only "a bed of roses..."

Finally it dawned on me -
that the facts of life cannot be denied:
for life can never be only a bed of roses -
without the thorns;
or a herd of huge beefy bisons -
without their horns...

So is it, and so be it, with my life -
since that is the fact of life:
i've got my share of happiness, my joyful moments -
but i've got to walk down the thorny paths, as well...
i've got my fair share of pain and suffering -
as well as the joy of loving and giving - living...

I've always been thankful for my good fortune -
and taken mishaps and misfortune in my stride, too...
i've always accepted what Destiny has in store for me -
with the great hope that i won't just be picking rose petals...
scattered by the wind and trampled underfoot in the gloom -
that one day all the promising rose buds would be in full bloom...

And i'll sit and wait patiently -
for this rosy dream to come true...

Writing from my heart

I love to write - from my heart -
and that's what i always do...
i love to tell whatever's old and new -
straight from my heart - just like i often do...

So let me know if it hurts to know -
what's buried in my heart, old or new...
let me know if you wish to hear not -
what has always been there - buried in my heart...

And i feel i must pour out my heart -
to someone who would listen, once in a while...
and i feel that i should let you know -
what you should rightly know: the truth...

So i'll just go on pouring out my heart -
and hope that one day you'll understand:
that the truth cannot be concealed for it's there -
a secret that won't stay buried in my heart forever...

Just say that you'll understand -
that what has to be, has to be...
coz it's Destiny's game -
coz it's written in the stars...

And i hope love will always be there -
to see us through that last lap of our life...

"I cried a tear or two"

There were times when i cried a tear, or two -
and it was just for you... that little tear or two...
there were times when i had them all flowing swiftly -
and they were all tears for you, too...

For it pains me to remember your smile -
without wanting to cry a little tear for you...
it hurts me to know you aren't yourself lately -
though i know why, and that's the reason i cry, for you...

And when i hear our favourite song on the radio -
i'll be thinking of you, singing those sad, sad lines alone...
for though you smiled and said you'll manage without me -
i know... the smile says it all: you won't, and you can't...

And i know, for every tear that i shed, you suffer more -
for you love me deeply, i know... and i can feel it - i know...

"All kinds of everything"

When i hear a sad song over the radio -
or catch a whisper among the leaves in the wind...
when i hear laughter under the trees,in the park -
or the sound of a morning storm brewing in the dark...
and fierce winds churning up a distant cloud of dust -
or when clear blue skies turn murky with threatening clouds...
i'll remember you... driving around the countryside alone -
and wonder if you are thinking of blue skies, and happy times...?

When i see rose petals, fading in the shade -
or a lonely-looking bird searching for its lost mate...
when i see forlorn faces wandering in the park -
or a single pair of footprints tracing another in the sand...
i'll be asking,"Where is your mate...?" -
"Is she no longer near...? Is that why you are sad?"

And when i hear the wolf howl in the moonlit night -
i'll be wondering if such a tortured cry speaks of missing its mate...?

"All kinds of everything"

I saw lovely roses all along the way -
they remind me of you and your roses, so lovely...
i saw lovers in the park, in lobbies and walkways -
they remind me of you and your love, too...

I look up at deeper blue skies, with no clouds -
it reminds me of white clouds sailing in clear blue skies...
i see maple trees and coniferous forests flashing by -
they remind me of our chengal and meranti in equitorial jungles...

I look at people with happy smiling faces all around me -
they remind me of my own friends - are they smiling, too...?
i take a deep breath of the crisp morning air -
isn't this what i do back home in Malaysia, too...?

As i walk down stairways and plod down corridors -
i'll be thinking: isn't this what i do back home, too...?
i take a sip of my morning black coffee without sugar -
and was straining my ears to hear the familiar: kopi-O kosong...

"All kinds of everything - reminds me of you":
your wonderful ways, your familiar looks, your smiling faces...
and i can't say i don't miss you, my homeland -
coz i really, truly, do miss you a great, great, deal...

When on holiday,

Oh, yes, i'm on a holiday -
far, far away from my homeland...
and if you ask me what i do best -
the answer is missing loved ones back home!

I miss my little girl back home -
she used to tag along on all our holidays...
i miss friends that i have to leave behind -
going about their daily chores, i suppose...?

I miss little favourite places i used to go -
the beaches and the lakes, the hills and the falls...
for they play in my mind's eye, right before me -
clearly, poignantly, lovingly nostalgic in every way...

And i do miss my homeland, Malaysia -
and all the people i know, back in Malaysia...
for even when on holiday, so far, far away -
"all kinds of everything, reminds me of you..."