Takin’ to a stranger is strange…
one’s goodness can make you change…
thing needed one should be loyal…
that loyal can make your soul royal…
one will leave an impression bright…
with one,from inside you’ll feel light…
bad will change to see the love pure…
don’t worry you’ll see the one for sure…
will come really, to make you see…
stand truly, in your arms one will be…
C.K as oliver
You’ll find things as type you desire.
If lost the one, can make the other chance come.
If you will care, then the other would do,
Bee runs for honey, ‘n the man for just money.
Change is style of this beautiful world.
Every second this ‘time’ has a continuous change
Wear things cover body, don’t care new or old.
Stay fine with things you ‘ve, no cares it’s big world.
Out of range here’s nothing in this world.
Nothing is ‘impossible’ those who say…… ‘So strange!’
‘Fell down’ get up; don’t look for care or hand.
If cry, could somebody clear, tear, little it’s good world.
(c.k as oliver)
This world is so beautiful, like an enigmatic smile,
If the world is so much beautiful, then how beautiful the creator would be,
He made this world perfect, from his side, no defect.
Beautiful than beautiful, Diamonds in the mines are with crazy shine.
He made the faces black and white, But still very fine,
He created hard and soft, man the perfect, Nature’s care then taken should be,
Today the man is running very fast, had he any time.(c.k as oliver)
Have good bayed to your city, I have lost everything for you
Never come back, you’ll die finding someone like me.
Thought you will shore me up but you left me in a holed one.
Go on running behind the beautiful faces same as you.
You ruthless! crushed my dreams and happiness, one by one.
Think I can’t live without you, then forgot it about me.
In my feet there are thousands rolling like you, don’t care you.
Also true, just on your name, can live life alone, or die.
But you are the alone person who don’t care for my verre heart.
Try my best to vanish every memory but don’t succeed.
I pretend, am not in love, I hate you but this whole is not so true.
Trying to find reason, for saving innocent life of mine.
You don’t want, talk about me, am always lost in dreams of you.
You are the only reason for running sweet life of mine.
Heart is broken but in every piece of ‘verre’ it’s just and only you.
You’ll remain forever in the songs and poems of mine.
(c.k as oliver)
Speaks the evergreen truth, never the fake,
If talk about time never runs too slow nor too fast,
Sometimes it can make you to look into your heart,
Only this can make you cry smile or laugh,
Obviously shows your face but inner system it trace,
Human mind and thought can change but never mirror,
Can do so much not the words which can rhyme,
Will show what you actually are, fact only you’ll know
But one thing, it will not tell you, what to do where to go.
May also come to happen that you see truth
But break it into pieces but still watch it’s nature,
Broken to pieces but still it’s every piece is showing the same.
Are you so daring, broken with pain but still dent less?
Its silence can teach how to be patience in noise.
Just be cool and watch the going hustle bustle fair,
Noise will tease you to break the silence and try to dare
Still if you have courage, watch a mirror, can find anywhere.
(C.k as Oliver)
Situations are going always opposite me and I want to make a stronger fire,
Trust you so much, did my best more I did what I could, rest is up to you.
You put me in a condition of down but now my desire going so and so higher.
Sometimes I lose my heart, cry a times, believe on you with closed eyes.
My all hopes are up to you, for others I want I should do, am leaving all on you.
Am trusting you, you are rusting me, am loving you, you‘re leaving me.
My desire of flying higher is not only a desire that a passion that’s burning me.
Forgive me I apologize rude I talked to you but all the time I’ll come to you.
Do what you can break me shake me see me am down but my desire going higher.
(c.k as oliver)
Don’t love me, if you’re going to leave me.
Never come near me, if you’re going far away forever.
I want to hear those words, just say for me.
Your only beauty can’t give relief to me.
For a while just come near and please, please me
I want to show you my love, dear come near me.
Don’t love me, if you’re going to hate me.
If you’re afraid of world, then please belief me.
Don’t forget your promise, with which you pleased me.
I need’ not your body, I just want your soul.
I will never leave your hand; just once give it to me.
It’s the sound of my heart, please listen to me.
Never hold my hand if you’re going to make me alone.
Beauty is for a time, but love remains forever.
I am gazing at the way, on which you’ll come to me,
I just want to be yours, Come if you trust me,
C.K as oliver
Living in the slums, suffering from poverty am also a human,
I cry sometime to see my wife and children in the poverty,
Parents are suffering from disease; child wants a toy doll ‘n gun,
We work hard but very little we earn, dressed in rags ‘m a human.
Poverty is a curse, still I have to live in, false hopes are given,
Ill-treated am always been, poverty makes me to beg from human,
Sometimes my girl is raped, ’n ‘m never given the decision,
Just because am not a rich gentleman, and am a very poor human.
She dies and I am muscled, poor take birth to live cursive life and die.
My dreams can never be fulfilled only depends upon luck,
But I like my poverty ‘cause nobles take birth from this very poor life
It’s a pushing thing, can lift anyone, like the very man Lincoln,
Every poor man can’t be Lincoln, so human should take step for poverty.
Living the life in a cursive way I am also a poverty suffering human.
(c.k s oliver)
This world is so beautiful, like an enigmatic smile,
If the world is so much beautiful, then how beautiful the creator would be,
He made this world perfect, from his side, no defect.
Beautiful than beautiful, Diamonds in the mines are with crazy shine.
He made the faces black and white, But still very fine,
He created hard and soft, man the perfect, Nature’s care then taken should be,
Today the man is running very fast, had he any time.
(c.k as Oliver)
Am not blind, can feel and can see those, your dreams crushed,
In the times of sorrow’s heat one needs a healing touch.
Needs a buck full of sympathy and caring hands ‘n the trust,
Fine memorable moments which could make laugh in bad times.
Tears in your eyes and the lips are dried sometimes wet,
My heart leaps with grief to see you sitting alone without smile,
Suffering through the pain, without doing a single bit crime.
Know better what happens to heart when all dreams crushed,
When you want to have something but when come about to know,
‘It’s out of approach’ then with pain heart hardly says ‘let it go’.
When everything is taken before your eyes rather than watching
Heart and eyes becomes of cold and snow, sometimes condition
Is like that you have to see just by stopping the tears saying ‘let it be’.
Can’t say to anybody just have red eyes to see the dreams crushed?
At that time I really say everybody needs sympathetic ‘healing touch’
(c.k as oliver)
