Many days will born and die
This day brings me special wishes and blessings
Day I get only love leaving hates
New apparels, new gifts, 12 o Clock phone calls, makes me feel special.
Prayers by me, Prayers for me, means something.
added is one year to my age, so does the responsibilities
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Turning side by side, sweeping night time breeze with head Raging Thoughts, felt like in middle of herd Looking hastily, started to lose cool Caught glimpse of a girl nearby, complimenting her with just a word cute will reserve a place in hell Bus-stand becoming heaven, can wait more for bus to arrive Pounding heart, pumping more blood to parts Sulking rage, cursed the driver who drove in the bus even before I see her face Amazing coincidence, she stepping before me inside the bus Hurrying foots, dont wanted to give the opportunity to follow her to others Flattering hair smell, have to start again the historical argument between lord siva and nakkirar Her turning back casually, felt small bursts deep inside my heart Probably Keralite, bringing my eyes more light and delight She moving forward, cant proceed more coz my eyes stuck with my seat Adjusting back-rest, cursed the concept of seating in ascending order Realizing tired, soothing cushion fought and forced me to sleep Feeling sunlight, my quick search for her inside the bus failed Wondering why, why her thoughts still occupy space in my mind |
Note: This is pure work of fiction. nothing to do with my real life (Precautionary Measures)
New Day
Sleeping in the bed, felt knockings inside my head
Angels Fading from the sight, i can see Daemons waiting to fight
After wresting with my body, stopped the timepiece singing melody
still lethargic, but charmness of shining sun is fantastic
yet another day is seeded, god! give me energy which i needed
This is my first in English. I wont call it as a poem, still long way to go for that. Just a piece of rhyme which extracted a hour from my valuable time.
