The phone to heaven

I went to a booth to make a call
To my mom so very good and all
Who got caught in a crash that day
Her death was what made me wearily sway
I tell the man "I need spare cash
There is a number I need to bash"
I dialed 1 on the phone
Expecting a known lovely tone
Instead I hear a beep
And it returned the change it ought to keep
I would give my life for that voice
I would do anything given a choice
To dial heaven and hear her speak
The gentle voice so timid and meek.
I held the phone in my hand and cried
I sobbed and moaned and finally sighed
I cried and cried and tried and tried
Then came a  voice that left me tongue tied
"Who up here do you want?"
"If it's heaven I speak to I won't truant
I need my mother's voice of bells
For without it I feel like empty shells"
"Soon you won't have to wait
Your time will come according to fate"
"I want her with me now and forever"
"I'm not one who will hold you apart ever"

The child happy now
Crosses the road in bliss
Then came a car and POW!!
He left without a hiss
He saw his mother in the end
With tears in his eyes
And with her hand in his they are sent
To paradise.

The sky lit with candles

A sky so beautiful was never seen
In the world with blue and brown and green
A sky of velvet i see is clear
So far up high but seemingly so near
Each patch of velvet sky is covered with a twinkle
But so very many of these are there so much little wrinkles
Each light shines brokenly
Like lamps flickering elegantly
These are the little lamps of our space
Moving in the sky with much of grace
Let each piece of galaxy move in awe of our sphere of light
Let in our power each planet move in fright
So let us with the stars so bright
Be victors each and every night

ring

a role so small
round like a ball
simple or complex
difficult to flex
hard metal is its structure
biting it your teeth may fracture
a hard piece is it
something for every occasion fit
a small token of gratitude
something that may make a heart soar in altitude
something cheap from metal or heavy as gold
something that looks new when even old

a thought flow

whenever i take my eyes off the world
i find that they tend to rove
through various visions and dreams
they go through many groves

never ask what i see there
as all is a blur
but i feel as happy
as a tick would feel trapped in fur

let me pull you by my side
let the fantasy give you a lift
for to travel with me
you need to use your creative gift

i wont wait for you in any dream
as death in itself is merely sleep
no matter how often you check
i promise life is not what it seems

here when i move all day
my eyes wish to see
every time i move along
with you a part of me

i must know that you would be there to see
the fate of this little being you behold
if i would perish in a flash
or if death makes me look like a mould

oh! don't worry no one can follow me
for each die separately
I wont see what is meant to be
unless i take your place and see

but lives are not to be exchanged
not can it ever be so
each fate is sealed by death
his instrument can be either bus or hoe

but let us deviate from this track
for i find myself unnerved
for despite all assurances i find
that each layer goes undeserved

let the past do what it pleases
let the future be it likes
i push my heart to what must be done
be it a dog chase of a mine spooked hike

as of yet i don't bother
but frankly this
no these impressions
make it harder

for truth be told
i sought to please
and forgot to look well as everyone i see
now seem best known as enemies

in spite of this i will move on
i wont bother with their thoughts no more
for i know now it means trouble
and i am a friend of all as i was before

fie be those idiots who go against all
let them take their penalty
i shall face all with what i have
with the hope of it ending in peace and harmony

now my heart decides to stop these verses
for it finds them too much in vain
it is time for me to go ahead and take up my destiny in aother plane

My Fight-1

Every time I search the ground in which I hunt
I tend to get a dozen prey
I go and try every stunt
And I end up getting my way

Once a few years or so,I find myself company
Every time this happens I know
Believe it the situation isn't funny
I am not going to go

I fought against everyone
All I know,I shouldn't be against at all
Turns out I've lost my fun
And hit a horrible fall

Let me know what I must loook for
Let me break away
From the lonely world I was in and tore
Myself half-dead day after day

I pushed the ropes that held me bound
I attacked with all my might
One would have been terrified of the sound
Had you ventured out that night
(to be continued)

pain

All i feel when i return
Is the sharp sting from a burn
Or maybe a wound or a sting
Hurts are really dreadful things
I have a problem even to smile
As the effect last quite a while
I look at it with sorrowful eyes
And then come the tears i despise
No matter how often i cover it
It wont become fit
Each boil , burn , crash and cut
Each come like ........ opening a peanut
Let it stop let it end
But wait what remains the same is my heart my friend

Freedom

A free day i see at length
A day i want to reach with all my strength
A time when i need not worry
About myself eating a poisoned berry
Nor do I need to view what is present
For despite the friends gifts being sent
One can never move around
Without making the gravel sound
Moving in the open plains
Unable to remain sane
I rove the plains rejoicing
The beauty around me blooming
The doves flying up high
Reaching the bright blue sky
I see what all i left behind
As I miss the friends who to me have been kind
I'll join them and make my way
On this magnificent free little day

Books

Papers and papers stuck together
Written in now but stored forever
Words in various forms are written
Words simple as kit and kitten
Bound within and held close, either poem or prose
Until again some hand
Warms it up from sheet to band
Opens the delicately interwoven lines
Taking him to its glorious times

Dome

A shape used in many monuments
Like those of Akbar’s time
Their constructions took longer than a few moments
As says this little rhyme
The shape of it is what I say
As a bowl of ice cream on a hot summer day
Or as an umbrella never used in may
But the size is so big no child can, with it, play
I bring down something about it
Something of which we know
The monument of India, Our Taj
Is part of what was then their growth
When we open our eyes to see
What is there near me
I look at my friend and she
Has lost my presence very easily
I then wish to know how they were made
These marble statues yonder
These places will aid
In making our heritage stronger.

Flesh and Blood

I hear a rip through the night
I know its quite near
I go to the graveyard
I feel a sudden fear
The unknown I know not
I am in trembles
I walk with deep breathe
I make a fumble
Something moves upon the ground
Something slimy and ugly
Something has lost ground
How I wish I could fly
I want to run as far as I can
But I need to be near
I know it is too risky
But my friend is trapped here
I know not if I could find her
The place is much too dark
I move around realizing that I’m in a circle
I forgot to bring my mark
I open my eyes and look above
Something is there I’m sure
But suddenly looking down I realize
That no grave should have a door
I shudder with revulsion but take the plunge
I open the door a bit
I peep down and see my friend
Laughing as though she’s made a hit!!!!!
I open the door fully
I almost told her off
Then I really see
My friend is death herself. I could tell from her laugh
I ran back as fast as I could go, panting all the way
But it was of no use .she saw me
I saw she blocked my route
I still ran as though I was crazy
I was caught and then I heard her laugh
The laugh I know which was not of my friend
She explained what happened
Ending that she knew that today was my end.

Flow

The one word related to water
The only one that changes to colder and hotter
Something that happens a lot
Whether in a river or a pot
The river is its best example
The provider to villages of water ample
The same applies to us
We people who make the maximum fuss
Our emotions and thoughts have its own flow
It is nothing but the way our minds blow

Glow

The thing one says we have
When we are more than a little happy
Either the news of a gained dream
O the dream of a prisoners when he is turned free
Very sweet thing to feel
So happy indeed
When it is made clear
Of you being in need
No one says a bad thing
When one sees that there
A happiness escapes and emanates from everything
And all that happens seem fair

Vampire

A spirit one believes in
A treacherous beast who is never to have a fin
A creature of wings like paper
A creature which might even attack a BLOOD struck taper
A bat which is most famous on earth
Famous because of its diet of human blood since birth
Legends and rumors have been in full spread
Especially when told of what they had to be fed
It prefers to go for the fit
It is supposed to turn a human into its brother when bitten by it
A rumor thrown is that they can transform into bats and human as they please
They can fly like a bat with ease
Its only defenses are garlic, the crucifixes, the sprigs of holy
and beheading them when they take their rest, these let us be free
Halloween their main time to appear
The only time they bring about havoc and fear.

Werewolf

One may know that they are born as a man
But that they are made by a bite of a werewolf not any other man
There may be many reasons why anyone will want to mess with them
One they may support someone who aught not to be supported by his hem
It may be the most reported sight on Earth
There are more scared of these a month after their birth
They when they bite on the full moon night
The one bitten is a true werewolf too and will loose his right
A friend of theirs never was found
As they ravage all on the ground
A small child or an adult can get hit
But not many are sure when they were bit
There have been cases in some legendry books
And some set of series, where some are nothing but crooks
Some books claim to have a potion which helps the man hold himself
Some books even go to the extent of making the remedy from an elf
Though no one knows when these legends came into being
Most of them mean to be deceiving
A werewolf is one who kills to live
Though what he needs to live is not what one would readily give.

Bird

A bird is something everyone knows
What I say wont make it a nose*
You cant as a human do what they thrive at
But some mammals do like the bat
The number of the species is not very large
Though many fly a long voyage
There are birds both native and foreign
Like where the peacock and the cockerel reign
Some of them fly high
Being the rulers of the sky
The Eagle and the Hawk are two I name
These species are the two who have the most fame
There are some birds who never soar
But these land birds are faster than a boar
The Peacock, the Ostrich and the Emu
Are the names of a few
Some are expert swimmers in the vast oceans and seas
Naming the Penguin and ducks ,which are a few of these
Each is a magnificent species of its own I declare
If anyone can go against me to them I place my dare.

Celebration

A celebration is something one always faces
It takes place in many phases
It is done on a special occasion
It could be a party or a traditional function
It is the way in which we unwind
It is done usually after spending money in cash and kind
A day one spends their own way
This never comes everyday
When approaching the place we behold
Music and dance as well as decorations in various folds
And once when we are a part of it
All we’ll end up doing is chat while we sit

Fairy

A tiny little dear
It was at one point of time something all feared
A tiny little cutie
Mostly a fair beauty
A sweet little fairy
Whose work is to make merry
A soft spoken little one
Though one who likes fun
A gentle and kind creature
They often know more than any teacher
They are supposed to have fairy dust
It can even turn bad to good and so is a must
Their leader is a real beauty queen
I don’t have a clue why they think her mean

Language

It is something that one has to know
To be with his people and not let threats show
It can only be wielded by one who knows it well
For only they can say with chests which swell
It is similar to a weapon wielded by a warrior
But one who wields this gives no one fear
Their words will flow as if made from silk or velvet
Then one will see that their swords will wet
Though no warrior lives for eternity
( By the way eternity is in here not infinity but indefinitely )
The only way to talk to another
Even to the mother or father
Every syllable and every word has another meaning in different tongues
And each word makes us inhale or exhale through our mouth and lungs
Each language has its own history and age of death
Like the Indian language –Sanskrit
All one should know is that one cannot know when all they know is a bit.

Wierd

Something which is not natural in the least
Something not ordinary
Some other word is extraordinary
Something one usually calls a beast

Sometimes no one knows when we see a different one
Who is too different to be the same
Though we may make fun
We are all beings by name

One can look all over the world and find
Someone like them in even me
We are of a similar kind
Though different you see

No matter what you see, in everyone
All of us have some differences in character
Though by no means does it mean we are the same
All of us are unique due to the same factor

Fear

Fear is something all of us have witnessed
At what age one may not know
It can be when a person is incensed
But the fear is a thought flow

It is a thought of something one considers scary
Its presence is itself a cause for worry
For not only does it make us sad
But because others see it as something small we feel bad

There are always something one finds
Something one fears the most
It can be of many kinds
Some go to the extent of ghosts

But there is a small fear in me
Something which also proves I’m a girl, you see
For ‘roaches are my calamity
You wont see me there, what a pity

A fear is not something you have to afraid of
As anything can play its game
Some are afraid of colds and coughs
But there may even be some who are scared of a name.

Fuss

Most people have this habit these days
Can’t even do the necessity in their own certain ways
A person wiser than me said
The man now wishes to not only be well fed
But that he too wishes to like what he is being fed with
People liking whatever they eat is now a myth
The reason one eats is so that they can survive
Now a days we only eat according to the time not to the limit of hunger we thrive
Some says time is what lacks
Others say that this is much easier, especially those who gain in lakhs
The whole world follows this rule
This selection of things makes people a fool
True I’m pushed to do the same
But am one of the few who brake the rule and get the gains
Anyone can skip food easily when they are not hungry
Some others fight and leave their meals on the table ‘coz they are angry
In the same way books too are taken up as only a keep
Now that we have so many to read our school books lie in a heap
In the same ways clothes are taken too
Here if the rule is not followed they beat black and blue
Hence you see the mess we are in
The chances of stopping our fussing are really much too thin.

Oh me!! Oh my!!

Oh me!! Oh my!!
What am I to do
Oh me!! Oh my!!
I feel so blue
Oh me!! Oh my!!
What am I to say
Oh me!! Oh my!!
What on earth will happen today
Oh me!! Oh my!!
What am I to do
Oh me!! Oh my!!
Oh boo-hoo!!
Oh me!! Oh my!!
Oh goodness me
Oh me!! Oh my!!
Oh set me free

Kings

A person with a crown
Here to rule us all
A person who we fawn
Till the time appears his fall
His persistence should be noted
His character should be great
He should be fated
But must rule along with his mate
He must see to his subjects
His decision should be wise
The dispute for the object
The truth receives the prize
Their staffs are their power
Over earthly people as we
But when his reign is over
The chance may come to thee
But what will thee do
How will you follow him
Under the sky so blue
You must convince them
That you are here for them and their problems alike
That you wish the reign was as it should be
That you’ll do nothing at all for spite
That you are among the best kings in this country

Worry

The feelings of being small
Can’t be shut out whether short or tall
Sadness turns into the person and manifests
Becoming an unnaturally bothersome pest
Talk becomes useless ,what you do has no meaning
Everything loses purpose ,even passions loose the god of its holding
Too many downs cause a stir , a stir too powerful to hold
Tears and tears and tears and tears one’s face will behold
They resort to their instinctive words and verse
Or poetry or stories or a penniless purse
They fill themselves with worry and guilt ,not knowing what to do
As they loose , the trust of their so called friends too
Smaller and smaller and more and more insignificant
Lesser and lesser I gain and eventually loose all common sense
The charm ,hope ,love ,trust ,laughter ,smiles are replaced
With sadness ,misery , worry ,sorrow ,disbelief and suspicions are forced into place

Island

A place where many people stay
When they feel the need to be from the crowd away
The place stayed in by usually foreigners
Setting on the shore from their liners
A warm tropical weathered
With gulls white feathered
The land of peace and relaxation
Away from the ironic taxation
It is where all couples visit once a year
Away from the daily routine away with good cheer.

Farmland

A land in which we find a tractor and plough
A place where basics we get from what they sow
A place of good cheer
A large family will theirs be but dear
A farmers life one cant explain
Nor ,can simple profits be less gain
Many things they consider can be done
They aren’t right not even one
The world we have care about
If u have a care … where’s the shout

Seasons

Spring, summer, autumn, winter
Seasons which makes one live forever
So much heat and so much cold
Are the two extremes you’ll see when one unfolds
The view of my soul, and the view beyond
Especially in spring and autumn we bond
Spring the first brings warm weather
Enabling the barn to fill with heather
Summer, screeches out “You are nothing against me?”
During this time we are allowed to go free
Autumn, always brings showers of rain or leaves
It is the secondary season almost devoid of thieves
Winter, the freezer of earth
Brings hail and snow from the moment of it’s birth
And so this cycle carries on and on
The differences one can see on the lawn
This will go on till eternity, which is very long
Then comes the end of the season‘s song
This song takes time to complete
Oh dear! I’ll have no option but to admit defeat

Fantasy

A land often called “Paradise”
A land with never a feeling of ice
A lonely place it is
Not many people are found in this
For it is impossibly not to error
Every lady and every sir
No one has reached her lair
The place truly was very fair
The few who atoned were happy throughout
The tiny isle at the north and south
Where she lies I know not
But beyond our reach, till we know
It’s time to show, that we are not low
We cannot be stopped
But our sense of direction has popped

Friends

So many people I meet
Quite often do we repeat
“Hey! What’s going on?” and reply
“Nothing much”. I often wonder why
Whenever we see
That group will never flee
Though a stillness they will face
When we show them a mace
They keep you company when sad
And multiply your glow when you are glad
They can be diamonds and stars
Even those people caught behind cars
The provide support as much as they can
They might even be a devoted fan
They are the best among women and men
People with whom I cross destiny’s
People who lend their company
People who I can talk to
When feeling gay or blue
For I know they will understand
What has happened even from where they stand
They are my mirror or simile
For whom I would even run a mile
For them I’ll do whatever I can
Will even push myself as their fan
Will go for it no matter what it takes
But whatever happens we’ll see them again in a few shakes
I cant know what I’ll do
Without such a good friend like you
To keep me happy and in glee
In spite of my life’s never ending sea.
And if I am at a loss
I can count on you ,my favorite boss
When I’m not in right
I depend on you to give me blight
So I may understand
And so make my stand
In this world I can count on none
No one but you the only one
You are the one I care for most
As without you I’m toast
Various kinds of people I meet
In various ways we great
So many ways of saying hello
To that dear little fellow
As the air grows cold
The better friends enfold
As the air grows warm
The friends counts swarms
As the days grew hot
These friends should be counted too should they not? 

Food

A topic or word one likes to hear
The stomach starts to rumble
What have we to fear
Except them getting stuck when they tumble
So many of them have we
Varieties are there everywhere
From both land and sea
Foods we get which are usually not our share
Plants and animals mauled upon
We must know to choose
The best we get from a lawn
Those plants which grow loose
Many tastes, with many a property
Rests within them all
We receive prosperity
As we walk on the road without a fall
Not much can we do for it
Can’t it ever be done?
We can give meat a hit
And go on a veggie fun
But other things on display
Burgers, fries, junk foods
Death is the price one should pay
For the purchase of such goods
People never hesitate to purchase
Anything they fancy and wish
Advertisers will work and chase
Whether it be a venom cart or dish
Mouthwatering delicacies and such
All may be though
All these are way too much
Making us work more rough

Exams

Stress, trouble, tension, results
The order in which we work
So much happens around us
So much that we go berserk
Easily does our worry build
Climbing further and further up
One would love a diversion
Even if it means playing with a pup
So many things could go wrong
If our minds move astray
A red mark we will get
Hence forcing us to stay
Hard it is to face one’s worst
Hardly does one see
That when one leaves a wavy harbor
They reach a calm sea

Laughter

Laughter is a means of enjoyment
It comes from happiness and is gradually sent
Which sends out and drives away despair and gloom
Even for those at the edge of doom
Smiles, chuckles, giggles, roars, guffaws and others
Are forms of laughter from children to great fathers
Smile is used to make one seem polite
Chuckle and giggle come out from a comedy in light
Roars and guffaw’s come from those indisciplined
And impolite even if made at the end of those lined
It takes much to blow it out
But often what’s enough is a screen and a shout
It’s easy to forgive when happy but not when sad
But we must make it easy, else its too bad
For if we are not forgiven, wont we feel sad??!!
Or even if the worst it turns to won’t we become mad??!!

Box

I open my box and what do I see
Something I know was meant for me
A something or other I desire a lot
But not anything that gives me a clot
A jewel piece or perhaps a pen set
So very many things I can get I know
So let it be opened and let its contents show
Many things it can store I see
An ornament or a pearl from the sea
A lot of things it may hold
From pens of metals to coins of gold
Of very many sizes does one get
Some containing a dry and some a wet
You without opening can’t know how much it holds ,not even in a million years’
It can hold all from diamonds to tears
Can even hold weapons like swards and spears
Even our minds have boxes to hold our fears
A container for many things
Or it could mean a boxing ring
A box has much to do
To package a gift red or blue
For ,this package ,is a box on which I spent
To wish you a festive day, it has been sent.

Famous

There is a person I dream of
A person not so very great
She loves toff.
But she crossed against fate
She liked cycling day in and day out
Yet she ‘s wild like wild flower
Though she is young ,there is much in her about
For she is a girl with a mega power
Her bones are strong ,her physique fit
Her determination impossible to break too
Impossible to throw her down a snake pit
The ways she can use can make anyone blue
True to my knowledge, she crossed with fate
It turned her away from what she was
It made turned her away from her victory so great
Coz it was her ambition and life whose paths got the cross
Wanted to be a person of logic ,she shifted to something else
She changed her ambition from accountant to designer
And so she chose ,the path she chose to fence
Was given up on ,she battled fate and so she shed the liner
She did all and gained fans ,never hit was she
So now from this cross of fate she ended up becoming free
So now maybe this girl I dream about may design something for thee
Her words upon this page I write for all to see
But here is something I’m sure of ,that girl could well be me

Farewell For All Seniors :)

The students of our school are going to move
At the end of heir time we’re going to groove
All of the class pitch in
Including those with kith and kin
We are going to do our best
To make this a wonderful fest
To reach out and say we care
Not only for how much we fare
We care, for your friends
We gather here to give you a better send
A hug and a gift a small passing
For the beautiful years with only memories lasting
This school our main meeting place
Let everything now be decorated with streamers and lace
Let cakes be bought and tables brought
And greeting cards made
The curtains painted to prevent their fade
The backdrop is set and done
At last a part of the battle is won
The dais set, invitations ready, now what else is left??
ENTERTAINMENT!! ,without it the party’s bereft
The place now shines, the decorations up
So now even the food is ordered for our sup
The dancers finally ready the singers in their place
There despite obstacles, we’ve won this race.

Nature

The very existence we have is coz of you
On the earth so brown and the sky so blue
The waters all around us
And greenery of trees and moss
The various pebbles in various sizes
The work of our enchantress
Providing shells of one or other color
The place either brighter or paler
The forms each creation assumes
The CO2 as from smoke from fumes
Soft rustle of leaves in the autumn wind
In this way we and nature bind

Flowers

A flower is a point of light
Which alleviates one’s plight
Winning the hearts due to its beauty
When one sits between them with tea
Their movement is soft and fresh
Winning those who see this mesh
The rainbow in miniature
This little bit of nature
Roses, daffodils, sunflowers & lilies,
And even those which give the willies
When we see them go
Remember not to go with the flow
A spectacle of color
Is any field of a flower
The picture blooms lovingly
The fragrances mix enchantedly
The spectacle stretches far and wide
Spreading in all its glory on either side
A kaleidoscope of pink, white, yellow and blue
Set in the grass so green so green and a sky where birds then flew
Every bud and every flower
Has the enchanting power
Their fragrance makes us swoon
We’ll want to jump right over the moon
The flecks of pollen fly
And land on each flower there they will lie
Till time passes and out popes the fruit
And its for us we get to their root

Fun

A state of happiness and luck
Done when even stuck in the muck
Nothing anyone can do
When I have so much to do
I want to get what I have to get
It’s time for us to get set
Hop, skip, jump and play
And then follow the next day
You're sure not to loose your fun
As you play under the summer sun
A hop, a skip and a run
Golly! This sure looks just like “fun”
A jump, a hop and a skip and a dance
All would do it given a chance
A double role game and then leap frog
The winner who is always the dog
The hoops, Frisbee 's and jump ropes
The end result landing with soap
So as not to entangle themselves in it
By doing so, one remains fit
A hop, jump, skip and a run
This certainly to me sounds like “fun”

Games

“Action Driving “,” Avoid “, etc up to “ Zoo Buggy” are played
So many words said
But at the same time we have ”Archery” up to “yo-yo”
To play say “Ready, Set, Go!!!!!”
The thrill or the games and the sports are known
Only to those who know to play without a frown
Games for both kids and adults , games all can play
The games one can play any day
A game which will terrorize
Or which charms like “the tortoise”
The game we play on the T.V. or comp. Are fit only for the lazy
The end result being that the eyes go all hazy
But in the case you play outside
There is nowhere , where you can hide
The heat will hurt and pose difficulties to you
But playing out makes us stronger too.

Death

A fight to it is faced
The fight against both enemies and death
Every bit of life is paced
All relying on hope and faith
Hell or Heaven that’s your choice
The life you lead decides it
It depends upon your poise
In the doing of wrong or right
Fire, water, air, earth will all attack
To gain entry
Your body, ego, pride all crack
You’ve lost your only sentry
Survival is the main aim
THEIR success is what counts
THEIR success and fame
The gain of a trillion pounds
Difficult to manage the one life we possess
The only one we hold
Not living after words in our carcasses
As our life will eventually fold
Caught in our own traps
Unable to escape
Talking of craps
Escape cant be under any cape

princess

A girl in a palace
who all are most proud of
But is one who has more beauty
With moral stuffs off

Someone who is often immodest
A girl who always knows royalty
One who often lacks sense
For her lies all loyaly

no matter how long one stays
Her head is full of dresses and balls
Only when the kingdom lose the field
will she know what means by falls

Despite many a work
Her dignity will collapse
No one can find out what to do
She wont forget the time which will lapse

Her world was when she was praised
For the beauty she held
Her heart is not poor
Her self was stuck in a shell

Rain

Rain an important water source
Falling from the heavens with force
Simple drizzle or an avenging storm
It can take many a form
Wind aiding her spread
While on the flooded roads we tread
Our legs get caught
Even though it is not a knot
Gentle and slow
Never against the flow
Whatever it does ,we must wait
Else one ends up in a diseased state
Care whatever you do
Avoid this so called “flu”
Careful of everything around
I ‘m sure you want to be safe and sound

Fly

Soaring up high
Far ,far away
Reaching the sky
Every day
Quietly floating by
Being a part of the scenery
Higher up I fly
Over the greenery
Further and further up
Further and further more
Until I drop
From using more energy from before
One can do what they please
It’s easy to do
The movement is of ease
In the sky so blue
Quiet wings we spread
Soft and gentle to touch
Air ways we fled
With our angelic batch
Effectively we run
With speed and grace
We have much fun
I say this to every face

Children

Something one thinks of
Never with any laugh
The life a child tends to live
Of the affection one needs to give
Playful little balls of life
Knowing not of every deadly knife
The little tears they shed
Their life has too much blood
Sorrow not stress invade their mind
Innocence, theirs is one of a kind
Give them no chance to fear
Show them who to value so near
Very sweet soft spoken things we see
But we plant their egoistic tree
While we work them stiff and tired
We are stressed out trying not to be fired
Slowly one looses their happiness and
Turn into solemn fixed iron bands
Their hearts are easily broken
Their loosing their youth is their token
Of living a life so demanding
But I would stop this commanding
Enough is enough leave them be
For after changing them they can‘t be free

Poems

A song is its max
Though it’s creation needs no fax
Used for many purposes
Neither for play or to be used as poses
Big or small in structure
But contributes much as is it’s nature
Describing nature or in any other lung
But it is to be read or to be sung
You can’t avoid it when it is seen
Whether painted blue, white or green
Anything can be written about
Even a song of “pout”
A song or a hymn or rhyme
Sung or read out at many a time
They have their own meaning
Even though easy and assuming
But the work behind the lines are
Too hard to comprehend near or far
The story portrayed in our minds
Among other human kinds
Let me mean something to each
And let this verse neither teach nor preach

Flower Paradise

A little place I seem not to fear
A small place I hold dear
Beneath a sky so very clear
How I wish it were more near

In there is a tree of pears
This small place I leave with tears
The land sought by many on this sphere
Everything has beauty here

Everywhere where I do have fear
Has no meaning in a place so dear
A little pond with water so clear
This place to my heart is very near

Every noon I eat a pear
Whenever I leave I shed a tear
For this place all mortals search throughout this sphere
Paradise is nowhere but here

SMILE

Laughter a treacherous thing
Even submitted to a birds wing
We find fun wherever we go
Even as we see someone falling on the snow
Though as we see this is much too rude
The language we use then too may be crude
But something done politely like a harmless joke
Juggling eggs which ,on his head,broke
Laugh when the situation really calls for it
Though its insensible to have a laughing fit
One though they cant give it up
Don't have to laugh wen having sup
Making merry is a good idea
As long as done when we can too say "ah!"
Courteousness should be our body Lang.
If you don't want to joke to make you hang