I saw it,
I danced.
I loved it,
I lived it,
I felt the chance.
It was dear to me,
As were the heights.
So with a pen I write.
It remained as I saw it,
And will remain so forever,
It’s God grace,
Which I saw at my endeavour.
Adios!
Tag: WRITING
All Smiles.
I am all smiles,
As I am very happy.
Beyond Words,
Beyond Definition.
I am all smiles,
It’s my day.
For Ma has made vanilla ice cream,
Strawberry pan cakes,
And a beautiful cheese cake.
I am all smiles,
As I won today.
I am all smiles,
For none could beat me.
I am all smiles,
For it’s a day of celebrations.
I am all smiles,
For happiness is unlimited.
So is this creation.
Adios!
I Came Across A Cave.
I came across a cave.
It wasn’t well lit.
It had cobwebs and old designs.
I came across a cave.
It was ancient and hidden,
But no one lived in it.
For it was unknown.
I came across a cave,
It won’t change,
Nor would its treasures.
As a passerby, I saw it.
I came across a cave.
The darkness which glorifies it,
When the Sun goes down.
The history of its own is withstood.
The lap on which it is lying,
The creepers on its roof.
It is waiting for its own one’s,
When they will enter in it.
I came across a cave.
The depth of the cave who knows,
Maybe deeper than the reef.
Some hidden treasure may be in it.
Someone might have passed his life alone,
Or might have friends in a coup.
I came across a cave.
Some birds make nest in it.
It didn’t complain.
The ants, the mites and other creatures,
Lives in it with their pleasure.
Pitter-patter the rain drops and,
When the cold wind blows,
It gives warmth and shelter and long it is waiting for its friends.
Adios!
Laughter.
The Doctor says the laughter is the best.
I laughed,
But the gastritis came upto the throat.
My throat said don’t laugh like that.
It may cause others laugh.
I am not sure enough.
When you will get me soda enough.
Laugh when you feel to laugh.
Sit on this bench.
You need rest.
I am pushing your demons down.
Give some money to that poor,
Or share some food with him.
You may chit-chat with him about his daily life,
Which will cause no pain.
By that time,
Your demons will make away,
And the laughter who is the friend of yours,
You will feel it anyway.
Adios!
The Pain In IT.
The pain in it,
Never goes,
Waiting for its gain.
The pain in it,
Is very morose,
Like the thorns in a rose.
The pain has lived,
So many days,
It has tried very hard.
The rose blossomed.
The child was born,
People laughed and cried along.
But the pain remained in the thorns.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 