Sunday 24 May 2015
Friday 22 May 2015
Floral life….
Floral life….
Born in dark leaves with the
company of sharps
Swinging all the day from left to
right
I think only to not get plucked…
All my mates protect me from danger
And I slow down them with my scent
when they are anger
We are family we love each other
We fight lot but protect each other
I’m a small creature in this big
world
But every big thing is incomplete without
me…
I sometimes become a token of love
Sometime a get well soon wish…
But sometimes I become a thing to
fill the dustbins
I have been crushed by the heavy
soft feet of people
All my veins get crushed
All my lifeblood flows to the
gutters…
I would always wish to not get
plucked by people
And no blood of mine flows in the
gutters…
Monday 18 May 2015
Thank you...
Thank you…
Hello diary,
I love writing you….
I love reading your pages
again and again…
Sometimes I think you are
a girl’s first love…
Specially mine…
You are the only one who feels
my pain
And paints them to your
pages…
You are the only one,
Whom I never hesitate to
share my feelings with
When world puts me away
you are my dearest way
You are just a book of
papers to the world
To me, you are bonfire in
my every coldest night…
Saturday 16 May 2015
Dreams
Dreams
I dream to become something noteworthy in this world..
I dream to learn that part of life which gives me strength
Dreams are not only wishes; they are ways leading to the destiny…
Dreaming about something is half done to achieve it…
Dreams can never be killed; they can just kept away…
Dreams are like magic candles, they know how to relight even
though they are put out…
Every dream is possible only when we keep the belief and Try to
make them possible….
Wednesday 13 May 2015
A Doubt...
A doubt…
Sometimes I am lost in my thoughts
And my thoughts always run to those things
Which I always have a doubt…
Sometimes I think,
Why the sky is blue?
Why the earth is round?
Why all the monkeys have not evoluted to humans?
Why don’t clouds slip the sky?
Why air is invisible?
Why water is colorless?
Why cockroaches are not remunerated when they have acted for Hits
advertisement?
Why nights are dark?
Why don’t animals speak?
Why moon appears only at night?
And when I get confused I ask these to my pops
Even there I got no answer…
Can anybody answer to my questions???
Monday 11 May 2015
Please, please, pussy...
“Shhhh! Shhhh! Don’t shout!
Papa’s sleeping….
Please, please, don’t scream
Papa’s still sleeping…
Okay, okay, I promise…
I will feed you full cup of milk…
Please for now don’t shout…”
This is what every morning
I promise to my little pussy…
She screams like a town crier
And wakes every one up…
She is a hungry cat all the time…
Just if I feed her a cup of milk
She climbs on bed and goes into the dreams…
My pussy loves when I play with her coat
And loves to snuggle in my lap…
She becomes a hurdle when I walk
And becomes a ball when I scold
She purrs so cutely when I scrape her neck
With all her purr, angry and hungry
She is so cute and lovely friend of mine…
Sunday 10 May 2015
Tears
Tears
Tears are not water but feelings
Which fall in the form of water,,,
Tears are that part of crying which do come
With a process of hurting deep from the heart…
All the thorns that pierced your heart…
When a tear leaves your eye
Every that part which made you shed leaves you away...
Some people hold tears in their eyes
And cover them with a fake smile...
They need to know that,
A fake smile can convert into real one only when they
drop all the tears from their eyes….
Mom's a Gift...
Mom's a Gift...
Mother’s heart is a place
Where every child finds his home…
Mother’s lap is a place
Where child finds his luxury to
dream…
Mother’s eye is a place
Where love is mixed with tears…
Mother is that beautiful creation of
god
Which is gifted to every child…
A mother is everything in one
And one to be in every one…
Wednesday 6 May 2015
Smile...
Smile...
Smile is that prettiest thing that needs not to be worn
with beautiful dresses or diamonds
Because smile itself is a beautiful ornament
Smile is the master key
With which any heart can be opened
Smile is that thing which hides deepest secrets in it
It is the token of love….
Smile - Should do Must In Life Everyday…
Sunday 3 May 2015
My papa....
My papa....
The only hand I ever wanted to hold
is my fathers’..
He is my father, but my bestest
friend…
I know he has many tensions
But I know how to make him smile…
I know he will be angry sometimes
But I know how to make him happy…
He is the only one with whom I share
the deepest part of my heart…
My papa is similar to all other fathers
But different in asserting his love
and fatherhood…
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