When it rains, look for rainbow and when it is dark, look for stars.
Something was not right
He felt about ignored .
He never looked twice,
For him everything is sweet and nice.
He was sure of his moves,
And places where things were kept.
He organises everything,
His house is very neat and clean.
But one day the sun rised from west,
When he forgot where is his vest.
But soon the mischief was out
The little girl was on doubt
She relocated the vest,
Far away from clothes.
To tell it a story
Which was never heard before .
A poem is written with love and passion. A poet writes what s/he feels from within, so do I.
From few days I have been attending creative writing classes in my college, only because it is in syllabus. At first it seemed boring but after 2-3 days I started to develop interest in it. During one of theses class we were told to describe our self in poetic manner. So I did as told and though I should share it with you all.
A sincere apology to all my readers because, I was not able to update my blog due to shortage of time and ideas.But here I m again with a new poem ” never live a lie ” to inspire you all again.
Pragati maidan is known for its exclusive fairs in India. And this time I attended Book Fair there.
My experience was truly amazing. There were lots of stalls of books, stationery and children’s toys.
In the middle of a road,
she stands, barely knowing anything.
and the road divides in two,
leading her to the world’s darkest side.
yes!, you read it right, ” the whole new game of showing manicure on soical media”. you may be wondering what I am talking about. Many of you may have read it before.