MY VIEW OF NATURE

The sky is up above high,

Thus I accord a delightful sigh.

I marvel why the clouds look blue,

Will someone give me a clue?

Birds flying together with joy,

And I see them like a toy.

Trees are filled with nature green,

Which look like forests evergreen.

Drizzling Rain with glory coming down,

I relish watching them even when in town .

How beautiful is to see the droplets shine,

And I am happy to see them fine.

Rainbow having seven colors,

Flowers having different odors.

Wow! How wonderful it is to see,

Without paying any fee.

Ah! I fill myself with ebullience,

Admiring the nature in silence.

Refreshing my bothered soul,

Which is not at all foul.

THE  PERPLEXITY  OF  LOVE

He was the only soul who impressed her,

He unlocked his heart and pursued her to see.

Her heart-felt like she procured a lee,

She perceived the one she was looking for, was he.

He gave all the jollity which she didn't deserve,

That she cannot forget and will definitely preserve.

The reverie and souvenir of him, she conserve,

With much of aegis and will never to others serve.

She was to him a very sweet and exquisite gift,

When he saw her, he would run to her swift.

When she was enduring solely, he would give her lift,

What a comely instant, which she never ought to shift.

But, it was a time when she was in a dreadful state,

She was not in a stand to regard him as her fate.

She truly craved she could open for him her heart gate,

As she desired him as her glamorous soul mate.

She saw in his tearful eyes her entire peaceful life,

Her fondness for him was not at all rife.

When she was devising to be his ideal wife,

He never knew how he broke her heart for life.

MY JOURNEY TO MY VILLAGE

I am eager to travel to my village in a train,

Flipping my memories of the city in the drain,

Disregarding all my stressful strain,

So I can bring back for the birds grain.

I desire to meet and kiss my grand mom,

And she would give me a warm welcome,

By taking me to her little home,

And I love to hear her sweet tales some.

She would prepare for me tasty dishes,

With some delicious curry of fishes,

We both would go near the green bushes,

And I sight the blue river through, rushes.

Then in the evening, there will be cousins' meet,

With outstanding noise of tapping feet,

And loud music of fantastic beat,

Also fight for occupying next to next seat.

And now it's time for peaceful nature's view,

On the trees are shining droplets of dew,

Which is for me something new,

I could also pluck the fruits in a number few.

At last we end up reaching home, walking,

Recalling the spent time in talking,

Then closing the door of the house, also locking,

And going to our room completely rocking.

                     PASSION

If it is a commodity which is predominant in life,

It should be given the significance more than wife,

It is as intense and exemplary like a knife.

It should be the hard work of the busy bees,

It is the freshwater flowing over seas,

It is supplemental to the love for niece.

It is an artifact which is ineffectual to define,

It's not plausible to comprehend, its all only mine,

As I have not produced on it any solitary sign.

By having replenished with vehemence will,

It is that which make oneself horribly kill,

Himself being unable to pay any imperative bill.

FORGET  YOUR  SORROWS

Forget your sorrows though they are big,

Never go deep into it,as you have to dig.

You are the only one, who suffers it,

You should remember, you need to be fit.

Just say to yourself that you are strong,

So that you can stay away from the wrong.

I believe,you deserve the life of angels,

Where your heart beats like ring bells.

As you are the only one who can console yourself,

Lock all your despair and despondency in a shelf.

So that, none can open it, not even you, 

And none of your bad reminiscence remains as few.

Sorrows are just transient sadness,

But forgetting it, is more than happiness.

You need to think positive and be brave,

And never hide yourself in a dark cave.

FAILURE

What do you think failure is?

Is it something from which you can learn?

Or is it something which will bring you down?

Is it something from which you will improve?

Or is it something which will lose your confidence?

Is it something from which you develop willpower?

Or is it something which will kill your thoughts?

Is it something from which you continue to love your life?

Or is it something which will burst your dreams?

Hey failure, Why did you choose me?

Did you find me so impressive, that you became my best friend?

Or Did I turn out to be such a fool,that you took me to your world?

Did you find me so undeserving, that you entered my path without any glimpse?

Or Did I turn out to be such a human,that you threw me away from my society?

Did you find me so irresponsible,that you never bothered about my future?

Or Did I turn out to be such a devil, that forced you to choose me?

Did you find me so interesting, that you never want to leave me?

Or Did I turn out to be such a creature that you love me so much?

You stayed away from me for so long years,

And now captured me completely.

You never cared for my painful tears,

And you want me to bear it respectfully.

I am lying hurt on a thorny bed,

And you pricked me again and again with a knife.

Ha ha! how easy it is to say you are dead,

When actually I lived a fearful deadly life.

SELF CONSOLATION

She is fully in a very confused state,

And determined to find a proper mate.

But,her heart stays stuck to a person,

Who is very special and yes,handsome.

Having such a lovely person in her heart,

Her feelings are getting dispersed and hurt.

Since, he is unaware of her love and affection, 

She can't blame him for her painful situation.

Her life has taken an unexpected turn,

Where she is surely going to drown.

Unwanted thoughts have engulfed her,

And she is not in a position for a self plea.

Finally, she decided to be a heart follower,

And fill herself with blissful shower.

Perhaps, its time for a new beginning,

Without even taking a moment for thinking.

                                                         

WHEN IN LOVE WITH HIM 

Love is a bud that flowers,

Love is a blessing that showers,

Love is a powerful weapon,

Love is a lucky gold coupon.

It is fun to be in love,

It is as soft and smooth like dove,

It is a warmth of feeling awesome,

Which is limited to only some.

When in love, it hurts so much, 

As there is care for him in a bunch,

It's a feeling of being out of this world,

And I feel I am to him, completely sold.

He is so precious to me like a pearl, 

And I am to him a beautiful girl,

We are together a wonderful pair,

Which is seen usually rare.

I endear to be with him forever,

But it is possible never,

Love suffers a lot of pain,

Though it is pure droplets of rain.

MY  BLACK  DAY

That was a day, when I saw the black sky,

My heart became thoughtfully dry.

Also, I was not in a mood to cry,

Suddenly I felt I ought to fly.

As I was standing on warm sand,

In a lonely, strange and dark island.

I was thrilled, also in a terror and,

My heart beats were like sounds of band.

I was sitting on a small piece of wood,

Thinking of my beautiful childhood.

And was hungry as I had not eaten any food,

I will come out of this, which would be good.

I was lying instantly on the smooth floor,

Wishing it would be soft and furry more.

Me, feeling very hot and humid to the core,

Wish I would drink something, even if it is sour. 

WHEN I SEE YOU

When I see you in your own eyes,

My heart and soul becomes cold ice.

When I see you in the mirror,

I am filled with joy, but terror,

In fear that I would lose you dear.

Close to your soothing care I lay crying,

And my heart completely drying.

You comfort me with your dear presence,

Which to me is a beautiful essence.

Oh!! you are here to hear me.

 When I please for your attention,

 You make me free of tension.

 You fill my cheeks with kisses, 

 And you stop when you hear hisses,

 And we wish it would be shh!!!

 You pamper me with your watchful care,

 As if I am a cute little hare.

 We see ourselves in the moon, 

 Until we get some boon till noon,

 It is grateful to be so joyful.