When one sings to the music of the soul, a ballad takes birth. Ballad is a form of verse, woven in a narrative set to music. This form of poetry derived from the medieval French chanson balladée or ballade, which means “dancing songs”. Ballads were originally written to accompany dances, and so were composed in couplets with refrains in alternate lines. So sing and set your poetic soul free with these beautiful ballads.
Come with me and let’s play a game- flip a coin heads or hearts in an affair! Can it be that you simply don’t care- about a fool who’s taken your dare? Surely my smile wasn’t hard to conceal- if
Played in the hills of another world`s land, Spent the nights reading in my room but always dreamed about lying in the sand. Then one evening between 15th and 17th of July, With his wings so heavy and attire so
I used to relate love to flu But after the words “I love You”; I have no more to give you. There’s nothing left to construe; So please don’t feel blue How did we get there? I have no clue.
He strums my heart away With each fleeting day Memories come in array Wish such moments were here to stay I wonder if it’s me or just his way! Should he stop I’d fall to dismay! Who knew fingers could
All my walls are taken down, Nothing but little pieces of rubble, And I try to pick them up, But I fall down myself in a puddle; A puddle of hatred, of ribbing I’m broken and completely inside, I’m stupid,
Leave it to Luck- Life’s Cupid to pair- a Dalia and a Joe! Screen on, it’s a date! First a hi and a smile- then came the rendezvous! Take a walk with me said charm- aye said wit lit with
Hmmmmm, Leela ? What would you say ? Leela is the girl who could rule the world Leela is the girl love would embrace Leela is the girl who would spread Oh so much grace Leela is that girl whom
All I had was my songs and this guitar Until one day you passed by me. You stood there, wind blowing in your hair I couldn’t help but drown in your gaze and stare A dream that seemed back then
We were unmatched batch She was a night owl and I was the morning bird. In the darkness I saw the gaze of the moon in her ogling eyes I heard the rumbling of thunder in her hoot Ruffling my
I shrivel ‘neath a scorching sun, Devoid protection for my skin, An aching grimace, I’ll show none, Worse burning pain suppurates within. I wander naked through the rain, Although my body fully clothed, This broken love ne’er to regain, Only
Well I made mistakes. I said some things. Honey, I was wrong. I shouldn’t drink. I didn’t think, is what you could have said or done. But instead you walk away, said “you can’t stay,” and now you’re gone. And
Bloodshot eyes in heads so wise, they queued outside the door The men whose work began right there, at Tommy’s on the moor. Hands thrust deep in pockets to betray the shaking bones Of weather-beaten fingers whence they laboured sand
Just like the morning breeze; He comes and goes leaving me to maybe’s. It’s so easy to keep telling one to try; But I’m done asking in vain with your lies. Can’t wait no more as I am out of
Our love came in the absence of rain. The avocado growers struggled while we grew with the rising temperature. 92, 97, 113 degrees fahrenheit… Not hot enough. We hid in dried out pools. We showered together to save water. We
I can never betray you for sure, Neither can leave you this way, For you are the one who taught me everything And nothing what I’m today. Everyone believes praying is a must, But I say that’s just a trust.
This is the tale that seldom gets told But remains as a legend to us all getting old. Its subject is rooted in seedy old bars And con-men who waved from their ill-gotten cars. So many people, their age-range diverse,
I used to be a belligerent drunk I drank each day that I woke. I would spend all my cash on a five minute dash And a packet of Marlboro to smoke. My friends said I’d die alcoholic I laughed
My mother taught me everything, When she sat me down on that toliet and informed me this is my life now. Though I was young I still remember sitting there for almost an hour as she didn’t tell me that
He will grant you those wishes And make them come true In the blink of an eye Gold and silver for you The price you must pay Costs more everyday Not valued in money Nor formed out of clay Stolen
He will grant you those wishes And make them come true In the blink of an eye Gold and silver for you The price you must pay Costs more everyday Not valued in money Nor formed out of clay Stolen
If a pillow could talk, it would tell the world that I’m not that happy girl they think I am. If a pillow could talk, it would tell the world that I’m not that strong girl they think I am.
Trauma is all I have known My courage is gone and now I am alone Too feeble to think of what took place Embracing the past of jaded disgrace You weren’t the presence of protection in my life With your
All seems normal Perhaps it’s so too. Yet there is a missing sting Of a blank. Or is it a mirage? Hopes and wishes Converge in tandem A tinge of bliss breathes With no clear touch A drop of deprivation
Two people met, accidentally. With no rhyme or reason, Not knowing where to begin, Unsure what to hold as conversation. Just when the silence was getting unbearable, There was a klink on the glass window. Slow drizzle of words poured
When that drop came to see you my heaven was just that tear Just my conscience could smell you without the nose which was already taken My heart beat just stopped like the ruined clock in your room My legs
Its the time which changed you And your love abide For my mistakes I know That you’ve been so aside I don’t know it’s just you or not But my heart has always cried For I don’t know what has
I couldn’t be more sure Of all the nostalgia I’d endure, If I were to explore A calf love crisis That was so hard to cure, How’s your mummy, she knew mine, They’d been friends For a little time, Like
With my scrunched and bushy furrowed brow I often ponder the precise circumstances any thing to be born Tracing back lineage of self or arbitrary individual unpredictable as the Dow Reckoning a series of events sustained life similar to sowing
Douglas the dog was a cute little chap with a nice blue collar and spots on his back, with his puppy dog eyes he would make you smile and give him a hug every once in a while. He was
Only a reminiscence of the love, the beauty of a feeling shared, A mirthful experience, days of undoubted happiness, Mutual bearing of nature, There when you avouched you would never leave, Those moments when you would hold on so tight,
