an afternoon long ago

its a strange thing,the rain...
it makes you remember your pain,
as it gushes down in torrents,sad
at the years gone down the drain-


those yellow evenings long ago,
when under a heavy sky..
you watched the birds fly!
and under the setting sun,
played basketball with your friends...


those are all but memory now-
you have become a millionare and how
forced everyobne to exclaim "wow!"


deal in millions-play with diamonds...
but with a heavy heart inside
want to reverse the tide...
alone in a friendless world.


the mornings on the volleyball court-
soaked in the summer shower
with your friends in the sweet bower,
little memories gone down the drain.


as you sit beside the window,
and watch it rain,and oh!
even in your million dollar room too...
you feel those memories flooding within you.


the afternoons spent in aimless wander,
chatting with your pals....you ponder,
the anxiety,the excitement and the pain,
has it all been washed by the rain?


and thus sits the unhappy millionare,
surrounded by his sparking glassware,
thinking of those days,
when he had friends...it was a glorious phase!
of those days fallen by in vain...
of those days when he used to enjoy the rain!

my town

if you drive this way a little down,
you might pass through my little town-
let the gentle breeze guide your way,
while you drive through my town by the bay...

and while you walk by the cosy little homes,
on the pavement filled with dry autumn leaves,
you might think we are all happy,
contended in the life we've weaved.

every Sunday evening while you slowly drive by,
you might get fooled by the smiles of the children waving goodbye...
because we all try to show you that we smile,
while inside our hearts we do cry.

So,sing with me....
hep us,help us ,help us oh lord!please,
help us out of this pretty garden with its flowery breeze,
we wanna live in a place where we can cry and wheeze,
so help us out,we beg on our knees.

would you still love us if i say,
the happy mother walking cheerily today,
stares out of her perfect house into the dark night sky,
because,amidst all the smiles,her life seems a lie!

and that cute little baby playing in the dark,
is about to have his world town apart,
for his mum and dad are going their separate ways,
to decide who gets him,they have just ten days!

so pray for us,
help us, help us, help us...oh lord!
because this town is held together by such a frail chord,
and all we do is to pray,
that we have the courage to hold on for the rest of our days....

and so now,while you leave our town,
a little sad,munching our famous chocolate brown,
don't please get fooled by those cheery smiles wide,
for ours is a town that weeps inside.