Dance is in her veins
Her expressions bring the rains.
She brings joy to one’s face.
And to share one’s feelings with her,
There’s always a race.
Her voice is tender
And warm as a sweater.
She sings like a bird
So melodious and sweet;
That loves to be heard.
To get that ball in the ring,
She jumps like a spring.
Lively as she is,
Who’s her favorite superhero?
Captain Planet it is.
Bells of another kind
Bells on the road
A musical mystery in my mind
Just waiting to explode.
Memories of places near and far
Does the melody bring back.
And the journey so far
Makes me wonder what I lack.
I never told anyone,
Of that mysterious someone
Who always held a gun,
And killed for fun.
And always spent in plenty.
His charm attracted me to him.
Little did I know I’d be cheated by him.
I was shattered, I was down;
I felt so lost, I wanted to drown
In my own sorrow
That nobody was able to follow.
He remembered the books of poetry upon his shelves at home. He had bought them during his bachelor days and many an evening, as he sat in the little room off the hall, he had been tempted to take one down from the bookshelf and read out something to his wife, but had always held himself back; and so the books had remained on their shelves. At times, he repeated lines to himself and this consoled him.
He had met his wife ,Jane, on the streets of
After he lost his beloved Jane in that tragic road accident 20 years ago, he mostly kept to himself; he never spoke to people much; he had gone into this shell and refused to break out to a new beginning. He only kept to his books of poetry which gave him solace and connected him to his late wife, for he had loved her wholeheartedly.
Now, the only other human he tried his best to bond with, was Andrea, his 23-year-old neighbour who took care of him ever since she moved into the town of
But every time he spoke to her, it was just for a very short while; for he had gotten into a depression. Until one day, he entered such a stage that he needed medical attention. He had gone beyond Andrea’s control. He lived in an institution for old people till he died in sleep, dreaming of his wife. Maybe the time had come for him to join her again after all these years, for he had missed her greatly.
The sky was red;
Everything looked dead.
There was smoke in the air;
That’d choke you till you aren’t there.
The streets were burning,
And Mother Earth was fuming
With anger and frustration.
They destroyed in a hurry,
Not realizing they’d go hungry.
They killed everybody,
Until they’d have nobody.
What happened to them? I wondered.
Who started the fire? I wondered.
“We didn’t start the fire” was all they said.
Exams exams exams,
They bake your brains like ham.
You lose your cool,
You lose your senses.
You lose your sanity,
Till they’re done.
When the power’s out,
You study till the candle’s out.
You lose your sleep,
Your eyes turn red.
You lose your sanity,
Till they’re done.
You study and study,
Till your brain becomes curry.
And all you studied gets crammed,
Like a door gets jammed.
You lose your sanity,
Till they’re done.
Fluffy like a cloud,
Light as a feather,
It melts in your mouth,
And kindles your taste buds.
Its sweetness takes you
By your senses,
And makes you want to turn back time,
And live your childhood again.
Pink like a Rose, or
Yellow like the Sun
Its color is such, as
That from a Rainbow.
Its soft like a pillow
Moisture makes it come together.
One look at it,
And you’ll want to dive into its world.
Clear and Fragile,
Light and Round,
It’s so full, that
It could burst any moment.
When it rises towards sunlight,
One can see the colors it has,
And remember how wonderful life is.
It brings that smile
To a child’s face,
When he blows it carefully.
But it doesn’t hesitate
To bring that frown,
When it disappears, and
You end up wondering about its permanence.
It could appear small or big,
In twos or threes or even single,
It’s so full of mystery and surprises
And makes you want to wonder.
Clear and Fragile,
Light and Round,
So tender and yet so beautiful.
Silver rays shimmered through the trees,
The cricket sang its little song,
The leaves were rustling: and
The owl stared into nothingness,
The night had an eerie feeling, and yet
It felt peaceful and calm.
The path that lay ahead of me,
I don’t know where it led to;
But I know there was something
Really mysterious and exciting about it.
So I decided to walk along the path
Hoping to find something really exciting.
In the distance, the werewolves started howling;
For it was the night of the Full Moon.
I started to pray that I wouldn’t be next,
To be turned into one of them.
I continued walking along the path,
Until I heard galloping.
I could hear it come closer and closer;
Then suddenly he came into sight.
His face was covered under his hood,
And he rode his horse like a prince;
He pulled me onto his horse
And let me ride with him.
Who is he? I wondered.
Where is he from? I wondered.
What does he look like? I wondered.
All I could say about him was,
That he was prince-like
And mysterious, of course.
We rode along the path
For so long, that I fell asleep
In his arms. The next thing I remembered,
Was seeing black eyes, black hair,
Fair skin. Wait, that was my mother;
She just woke me up. All of that was just a dream?
