My Creative Earth

She spoke through her silence, And he heard through his heart, They spoke for days, But never a word was out. Seperated by miles, But little did he care, For they were bonded by smiles, And some stories that they had shared. After all the days there came a night, What they feared had creeped inside, They could not stop or resist the fight, For they were just strangers in the absence of light. It did not last long though, A message of peace was sent, A bitter fight had met a better end, And the night of horror had come to final descent. As the first light pierced the sky at dawn, A new day and a new friendship was born. With this new day ,at last, Softly she spoke to end her fast. ----- by Husain Kantawala.

I am more than my reflection, More than just a body, I am face of my soul, And my face reflects the state of my heart. I have emotions, So i have feelings. I dont just need air to live, I have my needs ,  Needs beyond food and water, Need of love and friendship. I am human, And every second i am more than me. I am not a pretender, Not a clown of circus. I am as real as I can be. I exist, so does my shadow to give a proof. I exist within me.

Dont stop no stop Life line running fine Win the race tie your lace Winning line be on time Dont stop no stop Let the sun on your face Walk a mile in the space Rock the world anyplace. Dont stop no stop Hit the iron when its hot Heat the iron when its not Be the sharpness of the sword Dont stop no stop Fly high no low Get out from the bow Be the star of your show Dont stop no stop Dont stop no stop Dont stop no stop Dont stop you ever. ------------------- by Husain Kantawala.

Roses in heaven smells like red and blue. Beautiful landscape and colorful hue. Winds talks about calm and peace, And the mountains flying far in east. When all dreams come alive. Picture of heavens comes in front of your eyes. Death gives you all the pleasure, Good times makes you weep in leisure. Life reveals all the story, Story of one who lived with glory. When end starts to begin, The heaven calls the living. It may not be end of life, but another journey to begin.