Why do I think you love me too?

Why do I holler inside?
Why do I try and hide
Why do I still care
Why do I think you are there?

Why do I love you?
Why do I think you love me too
Why do I feel pain
Why do I feel insane?

Why do I need you so bad?
Why do I get a li'l mad
Why do I miss you like hell
Why do I feel you are my spell?

Why do I still love you?
Why do I have this view.
Why do I allow myself to think
Why do I feel I can't even blink?

Sameer

Snow

Soft, new, cold snow
Tiny flakes in heaven
Come dancing in the dark
on countless twigs and buds
Rooftops, tree tops and topless rills;
on highways and lowlands
upon the pen and a little nest;
over the mountaintop
on tiny eggs in the nestling;
upon black umbrellas
and aquiline noses
on moulds and fresh graves
into deep crevices
and our buried hopes
upon grasslands and horses
on little homes of ants
Tall spires of the mosque
And abandoned temple ruins
It snows into the night
And upon my memory

Sameer

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Change has come

They say a son of slaves has come
some people will no more be called scum
And this boy from seaside Hawaii
brings a tear to the eye
by all the magical words he has to say

They say he has a funny sounding name
And he clinched the DC game
And his color isn't all that white
And his gaze remains without spite

They say he likes the good ol' Lincoln
And like Abe, has earned his run
And he breathes plumes of hope
And in a storm he is the guy rope

They say he must shut the dark bay
And he won't let the goodness fray
And he will fix the dis-respect
because no one really is a suspect
A rainbow change has taken place

Sameer