Biography of pada kambanji
just landed myself into this new passion, poetry. it feels like a great way to express my inner self...
pada kambanji Poems
A Blind Man's Song
In the street where I live, sits a blind man who sings, a song that I believe. he sings, from birth he could not see,
Me And My Sunset Love !
'bye-bye my love, ' she said 'our love aint worthy another try' hand in hand in the sunset, we stand
In Love Alone
From me to you, came a thousand calls, till I cant call no more. Been waiting,
My Song (Part 1)
my song aint the best song ever sang my story aint the greatest book ever wrote
Value In A Coin
Am a coin under the carpet am swept am to be missed not into the street, am thrown
Flaws In My Diamond
Cant nobody hear me? am screaming why does this life always feel like am dreaming? I have made a lot of mistakes, and still learning- the hard facts that people, only seem to notice, the flaws in my diamond
Look hard into the mirror clear your mind stare long into your picture beyond the blemishes and scars
When I Walk Away
When I walk away you dont bother to ask me to stay into the darkness
Losing A Forbidden Love
Once upon a time, we could kiss. but our lips, could never touch.
A Broken Fruit
To you, I am, but just a little fruit, I am, but one lonely mango growing in the tropics, a guava on a helpless quest to remain on your wild branch, an orange cringing to feed on your love,
Angels Have No Wings
When little Laura slept in her little room under mother earth in an eternal rest
How Much Do I Hurt?
if you ask, how much do I hurt? I say, my hurt knows no end. it probes, to the depth of my heart. it aims for the height of my soul.
As twilight creeps in your desire sets ablaze your amber so hot I cant be near and am cold if am so far
where this road will reach, awaits me a trophy, they call pleasure. This street, is named after pain,
How Much Do I Hurt?
if you ask, how much do I hurt?
I say, my hurt knows no end.
it probes, to the depth of my heart.
it aims for the height of my soul.
its been there, the whole length of my life.
this grief, haunts me at the peak of my dreams.
and it drowns me in the valley of my tears.
but still I come alive in my pain.
and my art flows good full of hurt.