A storm of blended thoughts, either calmed or weird,
A cluster of moments holding,
A pack of impressions rolling,
Unique or similar may be in various beings,
On which depends one’s destiny, pains and seeing.
Can take us to the castle of charming colours,
Or can meet us to the nights of dreaded pillars;
Gestures appear as an outcome of feelings,
Avenues are reached by them, skies are touched by them;
Unleashed enormous ways with them, can reach anywhere, do anything with them;
Can bring charisma and bright aura of ours,
If enchanted our heart with timely hours.
A destiny of a girl is very unknown
Who cradled in life with many dreams of her own;
Definite to bound herself with a new being
Never then alone to be seen;
Tenured herself for a duty in sake of others
Must to be decorous for all new colours;
Its miraculous and winning , if her smile is true
Believe me ,would touch the sky, if opened her wings and flew.
Love yourself to the extreme,
that’s not for your selfish dreams;
For beautifying you from the deep core of heart,
truth, compassion & care be always your part;
Burn spines of boorishness in a fire,
let its ash be thrown in a mire;
Endue yourself with the stars of respect and faith,
head all those values that Great god saith……
Ride Of Life….
Childhood, a time with no worries, no heebie-jeebies,
everything seems to be true,
Never dreaded, so bubbly, dancing, cheering
in deeds we do;
But irrepressible to stop the clock,
to enter the teenage, with its knock;
The colours of world seems so parallel and indefinite,
never to sure what to inculcate and what to eliminate;
Must to be steered in a right side,
A perfect time to décor our life ride;
Hold my finger till the eternity,
Its my prayer, while with you in serenity.
The morning when my feet out to drop my child to his school,
I peek out , busy roads, moving vehicles, children and everyone with their tool;
wanted to feel the morning scent , pleasantries of weather,
the chirping and flying of birds,
shook my heart and made me realised
the freedom and hedonism is the extreme joy of heart & soul;
don’t miss to be the cachet of beautiful nature,
the dawn with its reflecting colours,
the widespread clouds and the peace in them;
the moving flowers, leaves shows the prosperity
and unfeigned creation of God,
oh how obscure we are , to see the morning pearls,
never try to unfurl this joy,
but just in envisioning the colours of selfish life.
Books are my best friends
aware me with all new trends;
Always give me the way to reach and feel high
just when tell me about its ventures and sigh;
refurbish us with its charisma on all
brighten the mind when echoes in its hall;
you are always near me when I am lonely
enlighten me as you are a cinch way only.
Kids you all will really enjoy these books in your holidays.. Specially for you
With many tornados in a heart,
travelling the life in a cart.
Cheering it only with the beauty and its positive sights,
adoring the charm and moments with its memorable tides.
Every soul searching for uttermost happiness and pleasure,
leaving behind then all others, buddies, that were someday a treasure.
Why Lord, we are pouring a conditional love on others,
why we are not like you, so unconditional and pious,
We are also your dew,
then why we are not, as your traits are sew….