Quay away from shores
With a turf of fear amidst the storm
I find an aid close to heart
But….I leap a ‘but’ in every move
For every time I sway away the truth
Delusion far ahead of me
Why didn’t I get the power to read?
The persons’ intension before I seed
The trance of friendship embraces me
For I enter the storm anew
Countermining my noetic essence
Giving an ache again in throat
I may be left with the same pain in heart
For this sole reason I love the ‘but’
As it keeps me aside the desolating storm.
Every night with an uneventful day
I see a little girl thinking for her way
Reluctant to speak and dominated by all
She thinks that she herself is a null
No one to adore no one to praise
World busy in its own craze
With two friends around
Who mostly acted as her fiends
But one day happened so
Two angels landed on her moan
Saying she can be the best
Moving ahead when all others rest
One said she is too good
Only needs to change her mood
The other showed her the way to success
With proof of matters she had to face
Neither day nor night
She tried and tried
And finally the day came when everything was fine
And she could say the success is all mine.
Queen of mountains, Lord of rain
Why so quiet, as if in pain.
No place to wonder, no one to talk
You are so alone to even take a walk.
Long trees with branches free
We feel alone when amidst we are three.
The scenario is green
But seems it lacks a screen.
Elephants, Panthers and pythons
Supposedly the journey is full of thorns.
So much silent, so much calm
No road with a traffic jam.
Winters cool and summers hot
Enough to dry up water shots.
But still the best place in the world
Will always be my family world.