I Wanna Dream

I wanna dream

Write it somewhere

Then leave

I wanna dream

Share with someone

Then live

I wanna dream

I wanna dream

#micropoetry

Dreams

I wanna see the world

With you beside

This beautiful sun

And those darling nights

The racing water

And some mountain sights

Those happy moments

Or a gloomy tide

 Everything means with you

No matter how's the time

But without you

I wanna hide, I wanna hide.

A Cycle

This poem I wrote for a contest that didn't work out. It describes our existence on earth, our evolution and our cycle. We are born then we live to die and this cycle goes on. And same is for our planet, Earth. It describes the importance of being "grey". That is, good and bad are always there with a balance. Now, I think, it's going quite boring so just read it and feel free to share your opinion with me on the same.

Let's move back like ago three billions

Where there's nothing except some illusions

Warily O warily, this emptiness wailing hollow 

Walked towards a dazzling shadow to make it hallow

Then, the grace the sheen and the floating traits

Trolled the distance between, to bud a wad

And this is how man got its first trace

In something called life, a race

Now, we on the page One of Man's story

Where he's on the learning path to glory

Gaily O Gaily, He's trying working and fighting to live

To do justice to a gift that universe rarely gives

Then the fire the food and the turning wheel

Set "ON" the playing pictures of his life's reel

And then, he makes his dormant emotions agile

That carry the power to turn him both, Strong and fragile.

He played the role of a father mother sister or a brother

And of a son daughter friend enemy or a lover

Slowly O slowly, he learned to help to give and to care

But to learn only good and divine is, darling, a dream mere

With light comes the dark; with good time comes the hard

So, with truth he gained lies and with friendship he made envy ties

While giving birth to man another, he didn't hesitate to kill the other

With kindness he turned greedy as the lust and luxuries tickled him hungry

Beginning with all good then slowly tainting

is a godly wisdom to attain nothing enchanting

Freely O freely, every positive have to meet opposite

To, again, be a balanced zero with stability lit

Man has followed the same thus on a way to destruction

to end this land which is preparing for a new excursion

The wrong shall rise, for the above right so holy

to complete the cycling wheel for the start of a new journey.

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

My Best Friend

I met this gal three years ago. My first impression for her was "my god! She's so weird!" The way she ate, the way she walked and the way she talked was so different that I was attracted towards her. Then the usual talking began. We two didn't even realize when we became friends then best friends then roommate and now I call her as my daughter. Though, I say so for fun as she's a little irresponsible and I have to take care of her like reminding her to carry metro card!

It's her birthday today. She's away from me enjoying summer vacations so I shared this video and poem with her as they belong to her. Then, my stomach tickled and I decided to share it here too.

I never knew I will have her

That smiling face, shining eyes and curved hair

My daughter as i call that gal

My best friend as they see her

"Don't hide your problems", she says to me
then I say it all making even tears free

When we look into each other eyes
there's a sea, full of love, care
and of talks as we had a journey of miles

small small fights that we have
over unwashed mug, untidy room
notes sharing and going out
but they ended before our walk in the moon

same age same health and same height
is what we have if looked from outside

but what we have common, is beyond these things
innocence, emotions, fears, likes, mind and understandings

It's Life!!

Life is full of colors. Yes, we do have some things in life that we don't wanna see, know,understand or lose just like always wishing for our favorite color. But we must remind ourselves that though we wish for our favorites but to know real happiness in life we must see, know and experience every color!

Hate shouts

Love smiles

Ignorance kills

Care heals

Missing pains

What yours comes again

Envy burns

Freedom lives

It's all life it’s all life!

Insanity

Call him silly

He doesn't care his heart

Call her insane

She doesn't care the world

One life

We allow people to take decisions for us and that's the reason of losing happiness because failure of our own decisions can never make us to "regret". But, do take advises as I don't wanna spoil my readers' mind. Here is a #micropoetry dedicated for being "myself",

(P.S. I love #micropoetries!!)

It's my world

My choices

My mistake

My wish

My regrets

They, who see,

need not to say a word

My Glasses

I have been wearing spectacles since my sixth standard. I clearly remember that when I wore it for the first time I had cleared the lenses after every minute though it wasn't dirty just to look at them. Now, I rarely get time to do so. But I love my specs the same. I really enjoy adjusting them on my nose while answering in class (A nerdy feeling!!) But I must say; now I don't answer much in class as a normal Indian-Engineering-Student who prefers to keep mum and look around. Sometimes, specs irritate me too like in rain but now it's like my child who annoy you still you love it.

Now it's my silly poem for my beloved spectacles..

It is the one with glasses two

hanging on nose for a clearer view

It is the one guiding my eyes

hiding my blinks of my fear too shy

It is the one the one preserving my beauty

showing my nights of imaginations on duty

It is the one which get foggy in steam

adjusting it is like overlaying vex with attitude mean

It is the one which get drenched in shining tears

cooking with me stories when none fit to share 

It is the one listening to my ears

with strands of my hair to settle there

It is the one filtering your demeanor's sight

so be careful it catches what's wrong or right

It is a separable clung part of mine

revealing my identity and the spent on book time

It is the one without which I feel incomplete

as it serves as a knight for lusting freak

Serendipity

If you show

It's not love

 If it comes

Unknowingly as sun

Then, it's a turn

Of True love

Lost Balloon

That balloon dreams

I used to see

Are gone

As I grew

For a rosy one 

To come

But this child 

Inside 

Want the same

Aha! it's too insane .

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..

Worries

In despair

She laughed

Too loud

They called

Her mad

At this,

She laughed more

They're silly

More than

Her worries.

That Stranger

It was a stormy day, When I first met him

I was struggling with my hair when saw his watch's sheen

Forgetting the rhyming hair, I looked for his face

Alas! He turned away, beckoning he didn't care

Slyly I moved and stood right to his side

But this heaven's heart raced and took a Skippy ride

I noticed our sneakers, how small I was

Then his lace nudged mine to follow his path

That is, to his sufferings to his past

Merrily, I lifted my gaze for him

But stopped at something deep hidden in him

His eyes were wild but not so happy as I stared

They pushed me back and glared

For seconds I struggled under the stars

Then, I ran far far and far, too fast

From his mystery enticing his eyes

But little did I know they will haunt me till the end of above sky.

Amorous Rain

It's like rain on sea Wet and mighty Scary and heavy Falling and howling Swift and crawling Your love on me..

Tangible

They know

Her messy hair

Lost eyes

Dry lips

Dirty nails

Worn sneakers 

Mismatched dress

But

Only, he does know

She's just real.