A Busy Tale

With pages

She turned her life

With characters she lived

Little did she know

There's a life outside

Where he always stood

Right beside her right

Flying World

In our lost world,

We fly

With Some dreams

So weird

Some so high…

Unequal Summer

Dry air

And hot sun

Many people burnt but

Not the hidden fortunate one

A Portrait

A silent street

And the woeful Wind

Howling hair

And strong stares

Her journey seems foggy

Like her demeanor,

So shaggy

Steps

After his words

her world

In the rain,

danced again..

Call

Life ,it goes on
Time, it melts long
Love, it changes down
Friends, you may call upon.

Leftovers

Standing under sun May your part fade away That Resides in me Changing my every turn.

Sharpness

With a drop of wetness 
And a touch of redness 
Eyes are the best sword. 

Mistake

She assumed his Hate,
He assumed her Love. 

Eyeing Eyes

Don't look at me in a haze
As a careless look may miss my shades
So take some time, till a gaze.

A Lesson

Call me coward, meek or weak
When you called, I failed to reach
But I got , in the end, a lesson that life wanted to teach.

Love And Care

"How much?"about this, I am not Sure,
But yes, it should always be pure,
Because it has the power to heal and Cure.

Brave Grave

She could have belonged to him
If he had desired it deadly to behave brave,
But now she is gone far from him
So he carried this guilt till his grimacing grave.

Doll House

From this world called real I want to fly,
To a new world so fancy that make me hide.

Calm Cyclone

When I thought life now is calm quiet lame

and at peace,
shaggy fog came
and everything shattered once again, as piece.

Look

In your book of life,
If you felt my presence's light,
At least once in your sight,
Then I am always with you
Just look around your right!