6th Post

My poems:

A Pie

I want to have a pie

But I am too shy to buy

Everyone say it’s yummy

Mostly my friend tommy

Tasty tasty yummy yummy pie

It’s very hard to knob a tie

Filled with cherry and blueberry

Pie makes everyone merry

Chocolaty and creamy pie

It’s very easy to tell a lie

Everyone say pie is yummy

But if not eaten properly, its messy.

I want to have a pie

But I am too shy to buy

Everyone say it’s yummy

Mostly my friend tommy

Fear (this poem got published in the Himalayan Times)

Humans!

Look behind yourselves

Someone is following you

Who might that be?

You may think its just your imagiantion

But I say its your “Death”

Following you all along.

It often comes alone

But with great force and power

Of your destruction.

Always remember!

You can control other things

But not the fear within you

The fear about the “Death”.

So, I request you

To educate everyone

About the death

Which is not in your hand

And can happen any place

At anytime,

Taking you away

From all your

“Beloved ones”

                                  

Use Me! (this poem got published in the Himalayan Times)

Oh mighty one!

I know you still exist.

So give me the “Voice”,

To speak against the evil;

The “Power”,

To eliminate evil once and for all;

And the “Strength”

To break down the drum,

Of ultimate destruction.

Oh mighty one!

Everyone say you exist,

Only in the tales;

But I challenge them,

Telling you really exist;

Somewhere within us;

Within this world.

So, Oh great one!

Give me the bravery,

To look after you,

And all your creations;

For bringing the peace,

And happiness;

All for repaying you;

For all you have done for us,

And for the goodness

Of mankind!!

Oh my lord!

Oh my lord!

Why have you created the evil?

That destroys poor civil.

You are everything my lord

Why don’t you cut off evil with your mighty sword?

Oh lord! Oh lord!

Where are you?

Come back to people who admire you.

Give us the strength,

Give us the power;

That will stop world from being sour.

Oh my lord!

Why did you create poverty?

That is creating more and more robbery

Give us the power,

Give us the will

That will discourage poverty from being tall and still.

Me and The Bird

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I heard from a bird which was very sweet

               

I was sitting in my room

With my body but not my soul; which was flying with a bird in a magical broom

The bird had a spot which I thought was mole

But it turned out to be the source of power which had grabbed my soul.

Yes, it was the spot which had powers

The powers of love, the powers of music

The music reflected the love, and the sheer cares

The music from the spot was filling my ears.

Then I finally realised what the spot was

It was the bird’s heart, Oh yes it was

The happy singing and the lovely twittering

The bird’s song also made me very shimmering.

But something happened just then

I heard gunshots from the guns of two nasty men

They had no love, they had no pity

They just wanted to sell the bird in the polluted city.

The bird started crying, its tears came out

Then it grabbed me with a scary shout

The bird was shivering within my arms

Its tears touched my heart; which made me protect it from all harms.

I took out my magic wand to cast a spell

Which bought those nasty men their tickets to hell

I sympathized the bird with a sweet kiss

The bird also kissed me with a little hiss

Then I requested the bird to start a new song

And promised to get those nasty men punished and hung.

But the bird didn’t want me to do so

It said that I would be like them if I do so

After saying this it started a new song

Which I wanted to hear all day long.

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I heard from a bird which was really very sweet.

 

Helping the helpless

Helpless and homeless those poor friends

their innocent eyes searching for love

their silent mouth mourning for help

their poor little hands carrying a ragged sack

their pathetic skinny legs shivering with fear

helpless and homeless

oh god!

those poor friends.

pleasing oneself with the smell of drugs

using foul language that stinks like their dirty rugs

they have no one, no one to care

they have no joy, only sorrows to share

plenty of tears and wounds they have to bear

stealing and looting!

stealing and looting!!

sometimes,

they have to dare

we, the students shall move forward

hands in hands jointly to lift them upward

we shall help them reach their life's goal

we shall help them revive their lost soul

we shall stop the evil from abusing them

helping the helpless shall be our life's aim

to work heartily for something good

to give the poor some love and food

to help the ones in real need

to do something good indeed

we have to take a really great oath

to make a beautiful butterfly out of a perplexed moth

we shall walk a glorious path full of life

flower and love prevails, there shall be no place for gun and knife

they shall be taught the civilized world

they shall be the pride that the nation can hold

 

Singing Voice

I know I don't have a singing voice,

But I know how to make some noise;

So come around and gather round me,

Don't be hesitant to raise some voice!

There's evil wandering freely,

On the face of the Earth;

The evil seems to have no ending,

No one knows about its birth;

The evil's raping innocent lives,

Torturing till death;

Come protest; don't hide in your hives,

Don't lose your sincere faith!

There's civil war and cold war,

Haunting millions of lives;

There's drought, famine and hunger,

Eliminating hundreds of tribes;

So wake up my dear fellas,

We need to win this fight;

We need to pave a future,

With bright and colourful light!

I know I don't have a singing voice,

But I know how to make some noise;

So come around and gather round me,

Don't be hesitant to raise some voice!

Random Thoughts

I accept your offer,

To provide me a little shade

In your arms;

I must warn you though,

I am no good at receiving things,

All I usually do is give.

I have had hopes from a lot of them,

Them I call families and friends;

Sadly, they have not much to offer,

They have their own problems at stake.

I ponder what it would be like,

To be the happiest being alive;

I dream I was in air,

With wings to fly far and high.

I dream I had fins,

To explore the oceans so vast;

I dream I was the one,

Whom he had sent,

To lead every being to life,

That was all but cruel and rife.

At times I curse myself

For bring who I am;

I resort to inner peace,

To make my soul sound and deep.

I think a lot,

A lot that even I barely handle all the time;

From nature to natural,

From human to humane;

I worry about them all.

They see me easy going,

I am not as that strong;

I am but a puny child,

That needs attention and a little carefree mind.

 My teacher

One of the best teachers I have 

You are the living god that I grab 

When I come across difficulties that are for you easy

You are always active, never seen you lazy

You really have a super-duper smile

Never leave your grin, even for a while

You are a person I respect very much

My essays become good with your simple touch

Never wrote a compliment poem ever in my life

This is just a little something you might not call stife

Thanks a bunch for helping me my dear and respected teacher

Your classes are lively, you are a wonderful creature

The Lad

Look!

There goes the boy...

You might've met him before;

He was a brilliant lad,

People liked to call him gifted.

Alas! I hear he's now doing drugs,

He listens to the voices in his head,

Or that is just what he says.

His eyes are red and moist,

He has no hope,

He suffers fatal illness,

He has nowhere to go.

There was once a time,

Where he harbored his ambitions.

He dreamt he was an angel,

Sent to help the mankind.

I saw him the other day,

Sleeping near the gutter;

He was there all alone,

Hungry, Shivering and in awe.

His eyes so innocent,

As though it belonged to a child;

His torso so fragile,

Seemed it could break at any point.

I do not know how a prodigy

Became a lost soul.

I can ,however, tell you,

What might have happened,

To cause this fatal scenario.

He lived a couple of blocks away from me;

He was a jolly fellow.

He found happiness in everything he did;

He laughed and joked,

As though there was no tomorrow.

One day he found a passion,

To help others in need.

His fellows called him crazy

Because he became completely selfless.

He was warned there is no good;

No good in sacrificing all he had.

He was told a day would come;

A day when he became a stray dog.

He was optimistic,

But knew no laws to prove his fellows wrong;

Little did he know that he was wronged,

Wronged to have thought the world to be so true.

They took away all the warmth he could offer,

But never thought good of him;

They were vicious and wild,

Not less degrading than cannibals.

The poor school boy,

Oblivious of what was coming to his path;

Gave away everything he had.

It was certainly very sad,

He was now really mad;

The world he dreamt of was not what he got

The world he lived in made him a rusty mutt.

YESTERDAY! 

Yesterday!

I woke from a dream

With a loud scream!

I was dreaming;

I was screaming!!

I just don't know...

Why was he there? My foe??

Completely perplexed with the dream

I went to fetch the solar beam.

I thought it would give me answer;

But instead, it gave me cancer!!

My heart was swollen;

My heart was swollen.

The beam gave me no answer; what to do? I didn't know...

My question was to be written in colon;

"What? Oh! What? Was he really doing?"

I remember the dream, but not quite

I remember the light ray, fairly white

My hostile was there; But why? Oh! Why?

He was laughing there; what was his joy??

"That's it!!

My patience no longer waits!

My anger no longer bounds!!

But;

                What to do?

                How to do?

                Where to go?

I don't know!!

Oh! Supreme one!

Help me!

Help me!

I'm drowning!

Your creation needs you;

I no longer want this pain

I no longer wish to live in vain!!"

The solar beam had come back,

My cancer was healed;

I was no longer in painful sack;

No longer was I sealed!

I felt free,

I was dancing on the lea;

I felt happy,

I was in splendid ecstasy!

But;

It was a moment of happiness

You never know what is ahead of you...

I was not the only one with bitterness...

I was one of the victims on the queue.

Life is a flowing river;

You never know what difficulties follow!

Life is a drama;

You are a hero, You are a zero, You are sometimes also hollow!

Don't ever live for yourself but for those who live for you!

Don't ever breathe for yourself but for those who breathe for you!

MAN PROPOSES; GOD DISPOSES!!

Today!

New hope follows me;

What happens tomorrow?, Let's see!

Crush 1

You look unlike some other people

You neither have a cherubic dimple

 Nor have you a horrible pimple

Beauty lies in the eye of beholder; I believe you are rarely simple.

You have a personality like no other

I hope you don't take me as your brother

I have a crush on you since a month or so

But I see that my chances with you are very low

You might think of me as cheap or probably be amazed

For I am proposing you just because you talk nice to me these days

Please do not take me wrong or have a sad face

This is just some silly proposal, not too serious case

Am I right or not is for you to decide

Mind you, there are very few who have got a chance to reside,

In a special location in my heart for the people I really like

You are a person whom I would gladly take name of, on a huge mic

This is my first time writing a poem of this type

I am a beginner; I'll need some time to ripe

I am however certain that this poem will bring a smile on your face

No matter what you think of me, I'll guide you and help you in the life's race.

Crush 2

A new poem has now started in your name

Hope this does not turn out to be very lame

This poem is a part of the feeling that came

When I saw you getting the world's highest fame

The highest fame you got at the imaginative world of mine

May the real world and my world come in the same line

Just for you, oh just for you

I will try my best to bring the world's happiness in a queue

You have become friendlier than ever

This has become a topic of savour

For me, my dear, for me my dear

Yours voice is truly the one I desire to hear

Your beautiful brown eyes with innocence and hopes so high

I want to make them all my

I do not mean to be possessive but supportive to you

With you I intend to see the world's magnificent view

The second poem in your name is now going to end

But this does not mark the end of the series in your name

I promise to be always there when it is time to mend

Your heart when it gets troubled and oxygen cannot bind with prosthetic haem

100 Words

I summon the spirit of da Vinci,

To uplift my creativity;

The spirit of Shakespeare,

To sharpen my verbalization;

The ch'i of flowers,

To blossom my words;

Energies of all that existed, exist or shall exist,

To guide me:

Guide me to the paradise within this world,

Where there's utopia,

Where everyone is happy,

There's love, hope and harmony;

Where there's no you and I but We,

No it and they but Us;

Where intellects unite,

Making efforts for the best;

Where we know all and all know us,

Everyone has an everlasting smile,

No one is at the unwilling haste.

When I saw you

When I saw you,

I felt like I found my other half.

I was ecstatic,

There was but no word,

To describe your form,

Your actions,

That attracted me to you so much.

Alas!

The unruly nature,

Created the unfortunate ordeal;

Separating us,

Shattering our unity,

Dissolving all the memories in a tiny lapse of time.

But!

I have faith:

Our love shall evolve,

We shall live better moments,

Together,

We shall make promises,

Of better days,

Full of life.