Every evening where I stood
And Saw the sunset and the cloud
Orange dim and silver line
Colors as deep as red red wine
It never looked like an end
Always a journey to append
It always let me dream of me
and think about whr's the end...
It made me come back the other day
to see a new sunset and golden ray
How it made me question my life ?
And made me work harder with no sigh !!!
How it added new chapters to life
And let me fill in the colors I like !!!
Sometimes I found the pages torn
and story with colors forlorn
I wonder who took the silver line
which I drew to make it mine
Where is the end which I wanted to see
Before I reached it had to flee !!!
And so I wonder today !!!
Where is the horizon which started my day !!
Where I commenced the journey of mine
To finish and reach the silver line !!
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
For Friends
Days passed and went down and we walked out of town
sometimes laughed and sometimes frowned
yet ! on this special day I remember
few names forever ...
richer than dollars and pound !!!!
Miss you all !!!
sometimes laughed and sometimes frowned
yet ! on this special day I remember
few names forever ...
richer than dollars and pound !!!!
Miss you all !!!
Let me be a Kid Again
Let me be a Kid Again -
March 2
3:15 AM
Shweta
To run across home in a train
To climb on chair and fly a plane
To look in sky and catch the rain
Please, God let me be a kid again !!!
To get a song and sing insane
To collect the pebbles and remain
To break all that put restrain
Please, God let me be a kid again !!!
To climb the stairs and jump on plain
To get hurt and no complain
To look for brother when in pain
Please, God let me be a kid again !!
To go to school and cry in vain
To skip my lunch and forget my name
To stand in line and be constrain
Please God let me be a kid again !!!
To learn my lessons and be humane
To try hard for knowledge gain
To accept the fact that nothing remain
Please God let me be a kid again !!!
To hold Mom's hand and walk a lane
To each little things that Dad explain
To all the times , I was inane
Please, God let me kid again !!
To run to gate on hearing a horn
To ask my Dad to sing a song
To learn my lessons and never be wrong
Please, God take me where the kids belong !!!
March 2
3:15 AM
Shweta
To run across home in a train
To climb on chair and fly a plane
To look in sky and catch the rain
Please, God let me be a kid again !!!
To get a song and sing insane
To collect the pebbles and remain
To break all that put restrain
Please, God let me be a kid again !!!
To climb the stairs and jump on plain
To get hurt and no complain
To look for brother when in pain
Please, God let me be a kid again !!
To go to school and cry in vain
To skip my lunch and forget my name
To stand in line and be constrain
Please God let me be a kid again !!!
To learn my lessons and be humane
To try hard for knowledge gain
To accept the fact that nothing remain
Please God let me be a kid again !!!
To hold Mom's hand and walk a lane
To each little things that Dad explain
To all the times , I was inane
Please, God let me kid again !!
To run to gate on hearing a horn
To ask my Dad to sing a song
To learn my lessons and never be wrong
Please, God take me where the kids belong !!!
The Wingless Bird
The wingless Bird
March 25 2010,
2:30 AM
As the shell cracks and a life comes out
As the dawn breaks and hope sprout
The little bird there was born amazed
and with shining eyes out it gazed
darkness was gone and two claws stood
warmth of mother and her motherhood
feathers fluttered and clouds showered
and there she stood well protected
days passed and nights flew
eyes were bright and wings grew
the lovely colors of spring on wings
and so lovely the joy it brings
the infinite sky and incessant river
excitement of flight made her shiver
before the flight she dreamt of it
and could never imagine the flight to quit
here and there in the vast sky
where the clouds hung and she would fly
the blue water flowing and going
she saw all those while she was growing
the days further passed and the more she grew
but what lies ahead she had no clue
she saw the flock passing by
and here i come she gave a cry
but still her wings were too small, mom told
before she takes a leap, she needs to hold
those claws were weak to catch a prey
and so she did what others say !!
she waited long and the day came
her wings were like the prettiest dame
she stretced it far and showed to sky
look everyone I am ready to fly !!
Ah !! she had to see a fate
that some dreams are never straight
her bright colors were caught by some
and away she goes for never to come
the sky of dreams looked further far
and river looked like a dirty tar
they took out those beautifull wings
for yellow red and blue bright things
and then she was left to dream
to gaze at the sky blue gleam
she ran and hopped and tried to fly
all she got was a look so shy
she returned to a flock sitting on banks
so happy and merry, may be a chance
sparkle of water and sunset red
alone she was left when all fled
again she looked at the expanding sky
and it seemed so far, she thought why ?
she still dreamt of all the clouds and rain
was it all there to feign ?
standing there she again dreams
it may not be impossible as it seems
to grow her wings again she thus desired
and the blue sky again inspired
all of it started again
and the hope, and joy all regain
her eyes shone over the sun
and she lived all dreams second to none
dreaming was so sweet a thing
unless what the reality bring
a flock of flying birds passed by
and told her you can never fly
she screamed inside and told them to wait
that she won't again give in to fate
and still she stood there so blank
if truth was this and was God's prank
Shweta Singh
March 25 2010,
2:30 AM
As the shell cracks and a life comes out
As the dawn breaks and hope sprout
The little bird there was born amazed
and with shining eyes out it gazed
darkness was gone and two claws stood
warmth of mother and her motherhood
feathers fluttered and clouds showered
and there she stood well protected
days passed and nights flew
eyes were bright and wings grew
the lovely colors of spring on wings
and so lovely the joy it brings
the infinite sky and incessant river
excitement of flight made her shiver
before the flight she dreamt of it
and could never imagine the flight to quit
here and there in the vast sky
where the clouds hung and she would fly
the blue water flowing and going
she saw all those while she was growing
the days further passed and the more she grew
but what lies ahead she had no clue
she saw the flock passing by
and here i come she gave a cry
but still her wings were too small, mom told
before she takes a leap, she needs to hold
those claws were weak to catch a prey
and so she did what others say !!
she waited long and the day came
her wings were like the prettiest dame
she stretced it far and showed to sky
look everyone I am ready to fly !!
Ah !! she had to see a fate
that some dreams are never straight
her bright colors were caught by some
and away she goes for never to come
the sky of dreams looked further far
and river looked like a dirty tar
they took out those beautifull wings
for yellow red and blue bright things
and then she was left to dream
to gaze at the sky blue gleam
she ran and hopped and tried to fly
all she got was a look so shy
she returned to a flock sitting on banks
so happy and merry, may be a chance
sparkle of water and sunset red
alone she was left when all fled
again she looked at the expanding sky
and it seemed so far, she thought why ?
she still dreamt of all the clouds and rain
was it all there to feign ?
standing there she again dreams
it may not be impossible as it seems
to grow her wings again she thus desired
and the blue sky again inspired
all of it started again
and the hope, and joy all regain
her eyes shone over the sun
and she lived all dreams second to none
dreaming was so sweet a thing
unless what the reality bring
a flock of flying birds passed by
and told her you can never fly
she screamed inside and told them to wait
that she won't again give in to fate
and still she stood there so blank
if truth was this and was God's prank
Shweta Singh
Why difference ?
24 March 11:50 PM
Shweta Singh
time flies away like a wind and we cannot see
memories linger and do not go to let us set free
the marks on sand look afresh which make me "we"
but the truth that is here today thats its just me and only me...
few people are born great
and for few its thrown on them...
few people can laugh and cry ...
and let others know abt them...
but few are so gifted that they hide in pain and smile in vain..
they live each moment and forget it then...
they try to search for their own soul..
and forget abt the happy den...
they see that life needs a change and know never what it was when...
had they known what was true...
to this day would have never passed...
and would never have lingered in memories.....
as would have today and not the past....
had the freedom of choice remained....
and the sky was as wide as before...
had the river not stopped..
and the sun was shining as before...
to this day some say struggle lead to success unknown to any in this world...
to this day I ask them why the light not shown till end...
for hope is stilll here and courage to fight...
that the determination will not break nor bend....
yet I ask to this day !!! why are some simple things so far for few ....
when all were same when sent....
Shweta Singh
time flies away like a wind and we cannot see
memories linger and do not go to let us set free
the marks on sand look afresh which make me "we"
but the truth that is here today thats its just me and only me...
few people are born great
and for few its thrown on them...
few people can laugh and cry ...
and let others know abt them...
but few are so gifted that they hide in pain and smile in vain..
they live each moment and forget it then...
they try to search for their own soul..
and forget abt the happy den...
they see that life needs a change and know never what it was when...
had they known what was true...
to this day would have never passed...
and would never have lingered in memories.....
as would have today and not the past....
had the freedom of choice remained....
and the sky was as wide as before...
had the river not stopped..
and the sun was shining as before...
to this day some say struggle lead to success unknown to any in this world...
to this day I ask them why the light not shown till end...
for hope is stilll here and courage to fight...
that the determination will not break nor bend....
yet I ask to this day !!! why are some simple things so far for few ....
when all were same when sent....
My Study Room Corner
There is a corner in my house
which may be into cob-web today
But I am sure there still must be
a table, a paper weight
and an alarm clock still awake..
bunch of papers scribbled with aims
high hopes dreams and some pain
Ohh yes how do I not mention !!
few poetries and diary entries
must be lying down the corner
and a painting hanging about mountains
a corner so cozy and warmer.....
a window across the corner
and gaze of terrace and a snake charmer !!!
the selling balloons and flutes
and ofcourse the evening maroons
the nights of trepidations and nights of rejoice
the nights of loneliness and distant dog's voice
the window pane full of fog in winter
sometimes made scary the corner !!!
the corner saw the dreams building
and saw the days slipping
it was gray when i sat there
mom told it changed its color
but yes my mom has kept the corner safer
my books and pens and papers are all there
ohh how i long to go back and sit in that corner
among the cobwebs today !!!
where I believed is trapped a dreamer !!!
And yes that was me .. who is here ......
for all the dreams and success today .....
i walked all alone ...
accompanied by that corner !!!
Ohh I miss you my dear study room corner ...
Date : 11 May 2009
which may be into cob-web today
But I am sure there still must be
a table, a paper weight
and an alarm clock still awake..
bunch of papers scribbled with aims
high hopes dreams and some pain
Ohh yes how do I not mention !!
few poetries and diary entries
must be lying down the corner
and a painting hanging about mountains
a corner so cozy and warmer.....
a window across the corner
and gaze of terrace and a snake charmer !!!
the selling balloons and flutes
and ofcourse the evening maroons
the nights of trepidations and nights of rejoice
the nights of loneliness and distant dog's voice
the window pane full of fog in winter
sometimes made scary the corner !!!
the corner saw the dreams building
and saw the days slipping
it was gray when i sat there
mom told it changed its color
but yes my mom has kept the corner safer
my books and pens and papers are all there
ohh how i long to go back and sit in that corner
among the cobwebs today !!!
where I believed is trapped a dreamer !!!
And yes that was me .. who is here ......
for all the dreams and success today .....
i walked all alone ...
accompanied by that corner !!!
Ohh I miss you my dear study room corner ...
Date : 11 May 2009
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