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 Beautiful Bride!

Soft Music, Flowers divine,

Dressed in white, she was now mine,

She looked at me with a hint of smile,

Carrying the scent of roses white.

My heart skipped a beat on seeing such beauty,

Adorned by an overflowing gown so pretty,

With a tiara embedded with sapphire blue,

What made her so beautiful I never knew?

She walked towards me with affection,

Laughed at my dismayed expression,

The crowd gasped with joy and shock,

To see such a bride beauty-locked.

When the ceremony was yet to finish,

And golden words were ready to perish,

“I do” she said in a voice so fine,

I smiled and sighed she was now mine.