Woolgathering

Of extraordinary things I dream,
From sunshine till twilight,
Colorful things, humans with wings,
Woolgathering till eyes shut tight


Bizarre and unusual daydreaming is,
Of anything far from reality,
Mother scolds, father growls,
Holler to keep away from fantasy


"Come to real World" she says,
Where hardworking, pain and rush resides,
"Keep away from reverie" he says,
I cry and shut my eyes


Is fantasy an evil word?
So, why are books so famous?
If stories were based on realities,
They wont have any status!


There are princesses, vampires, dragons,
All kinds in the fantasy world,
Only once I close my eyes,
It takes a moment to escape to that world


From the time I've learnt to read,
Books of faraway lands and people,
Word by word I imagined and felt free,
Were always appealing to me


My life is a fairy tale,
Never to destroy or fail,
I may not be worth human right now,
But imagination would take me to the peak, somehow. 

The Rain

The soft rustle of wind,

The grass trembling in,

A cool breeze in me,

Is forming up within.

I see the million drops of water,

Falling lightly on the grass,

I see the peacock dance nearby,

In the colors of blue and brass.

The sky was a scary grey,

The time was a chilly night,

Welcoming the rain,

 I heard an owl hoot by.

Small water puddles,

Were forming around me,

Splashing and jumping in them,

I saw the children playing with happiness and glee.

The rain washed away everything,

The anguish and the fear in me,

It left my heart fresh,

And happy, clean and free.

Candy Land

I wish I would ever visit a candy land,

I used to pray before going to bed,

With candies, floss and chocolates around,

I wished to be in a similar town.

One day before going to bed,

I wished again for that amazing land,

As I closed my eyes to sleep,

I flew into a lovely dream.

Suddenly I opened my eyes,

Gasping I saw where I was in my dream,

In a candy land I had wished,

I finally gave a smile and flipped.

I started walking down the chocolate mountains,

Tasted and nipped every candy flower in the pathway,

Nearby I saw a river yellow-green,

Filled with vanilla and pistachio cream.

Suddenly I saw a beautiful sight,

A castle made of chocolate white,

With a fountain of strawberry milk,

And everything as soft as silk.

“Wake up” I heard someone saying,

Nudging me when I was yawning,

As I opened my eyes to see,

I heard everyone say Happy Birthday to me!

Mother handed me a box of chocolates,

Sister a pack of colorful candies,

And Dad a brick of vanilla ice-cream

I sighed and suddenly remembered my dream.

Newborn

I open my eyes and see the sky,
I wonder where am i and why?
In a nest hung on a branch of tree,
Free from all the animals beneath.


The river i see below my nest,
Sparkling like some occasional fest,
Nearby sitting is a man drawing,
Looking towards me and yawning.


I flap my wings and decide to fly,
But without any confidence i'm afraid to try,
I see the horizon and wonder,
What must be more to see and why?


In the curiosity i close my eyes,
Flap my wings and try to act like the flies,
Suddenly i open my eyes,
Hung in midair, I succeed in flying.


I pass the many flowers beneath,
Feel the soft and cool breeze,
Reaching to my destination, The river,
I approach the man with fear and a shiver.


Reaching there i look upon the drawing,
Gasping i see what he was drawing,
A little bird with colorful wings,
I see how pretty i am , staring at him

I wish I was a child again

Those days and happy moments,

Grabbing my mother's hand when i used to went,

To circus or to the bugs bunny show,

When i was a little child and slow.

I wish i was a child again!

I used to play with blocks,

Stare at the clocks,

Cry a little when,

My efforts went in vain.

I wish i was a child again!

I used to love Barbie,

And has a Teddy's army,

And used to sleep with my mom at night,

And listen to her lovely rhymes.

I wish i was a child again!

Today when i have grown up,

I realize with all this pressure,

Childhood was a time,

The best one of our life,

And i know i'll always say,

I wish i was a child again!

What's a life without soccer?-Poem

Don’t have an idea of cricket grasshopper,

But what’s a life without soccer.

It’s really not a waste of time,

Even if 45 minutes is one half time.

Don’t you know the top players silly?

Soccer is the source where from they get many pennies.

I think you envy the game,

And even if you do then you’re lame.

At last I just want to say for my rest,

East or West soccer is the best.