Pour down your thoughts dear

Here are your swords- paper and pen
Keep writing, have no fear!

Pour down your thoughts dear

Here is your world – book
Keeping imagining, in full gear!

Pour down your thoughts dear

Here is your teacher – the nature
Keeping exploring, however far or near!

Pour down your thoughts dear

With you, My Friend, by my side
She thought
and kept everything aside

With you, My Friend, the bond so tight
She thought
and she could fight

With you, My Friend, and all the mess
She thought
and she felt blessed

but,
The one she had thought was her friend
Betrayed her in the end

Some Place

Take me to a place
Take me somewhere,
far away

Someplace where no one comes
where I am unseen
and I am alone

Someplace incredible
unimaginable

Take me to a place
Take me somewhere,
on the way

Someplace where the sun shines bright
where the songbirds delight
and take a flight

Someplace magical
and mystical

Take me to a place
Take me somewhere,
come what may

Someplace where thunders are heard
rainbow’s curved
and my purpose served

Someplace full of colors
and full of hope

Feeling Low

Oh, If I have been feeling low, feeling low, feeling low
Leaps and Bounds emotions flow
feeling low, feeling low, feeling low

And if I ever lose my hope, going slow, stop to grow,
Oh if I ever lose my hope, Oh if… I won’t have to worry no more.
And if I ever lose my mind, if my concerns all pass by,
Yes if I ever lose my eyes, Oh if… I won’t have a vision no more.

Yes I have been feeling low, feeling low, feeling low
Leaps and Bounds emotions flow
feeling low, feeling low, feeling low

And if I ever lose my faith, I won’t moan, and I won’t beg,
Yes if I ever lose my faith, Oh if… I won’t have to wake up no more.
And if I ever lose my words, all my thoughts, north and south,
Yes if I ever lose my words, Oh if… I won’t have to talk…

Did it take long to find me? I asked the faithful light.
Did it take long to find me? And are you gonna stay the night?

I have been feeling low, feeling low, feeling low
Leaps and Bounds emotions flow
feeling low, feeling low, feeling low

In a dreamy land
Deep in the woods
Small, Dark cottage
Strange and funky
Was the abode of a spirited, crazy old dame

As weird as she was,
Gobbled up crispy hot porridge,
Each day dressed up like no other
And Danced her way to the treeline

So alive was she
Lethargy may be, was not in her dictionary
No one could espy if she was really old
or Just had put up a clumsy mask

At nights,
Fireflies were the entertainment

But Alas!
With a flick of fingers,
they were all bottled up,
heated up

To Be Eaten With The Porridge The Following Morning

O Pilot! O Pilot!
Our mouths were screaming in fear
As the deadly ocean waves came towards the ship
It was as if some monster was blowing away the wind from its mouth

A violent, gray, funnel-shaped cloud, rotating in contact with the ground…
Alas! It’s a tornado coming towards the ship!
Our celebration was all going to be washed away with the giant wave

To prevent the ship from drifting away
Soon an anchor was dropped from the ship,
All could hear the loud bells ringing

Girls and Boys
Enjoying the great adventure as it seemed
Blind eyes turning towards them, expressionless
As the brave one fought, risked life for saving the ship

But O Dear Love! Dear Heart! O Heart!
O! the blood was lost
The ship was saved, leaving the captain on the death bed

The ghostly event was over
Only the cries and the haunting memories remained!

Season Of The Witch

As the moon climbs over the hill,
The creatures out in the wild
Wary of the noise, less heard
And the air breathless

There’s something awry in the air tonight
Both mystical and dark, unclean,
Shadows are lurking by old stone walls
In wait for a sign to be seen,

Wearing her smoke-black cloak in the dance
And fluttering like the vampire bat
Grapped her broom only to cut the wind
And fly over the tomb

The flight went over the hill,
Steep and Swift
The crackling sounds of mirth,
Then the air is cold and still.

While watchful eyes at the window-sill
Went straight through the vast land
Out to the farm,
Will get not a minute’s sleep this night.

But the witches danced in a grove of trees
Quite hidden from anyone’s sight,
Wishing to fly high while the Moon is bright!
Coz’ tonight is the magical mystery night

They mounted their broomsticks, held their breath
Then leapt each one with a scream,
And the screams could be heard a mile away
In the Season of the Witch!

Dreamy Mornings

Awaking from a dream so beautiful,
To the faint chirping of birds soothing as it never had been

The soft kisses from cold lips of his,
Land on my cheeks, my nose, my lips and closed eyes

From the darkness, opening the eyes
To the sunrise, the most gorgeous I’d ever seen;

Oh! How I love the taste of your mushy skin
Rubbing against mine; soft silky, shining in gold from the sunlight

And the fragrance of the Ivory Chalice
Travelling with the cool breeze breaking the curtains in delight

A Night To Fight

In a dark starry night,
And the stars infinite,
The moon was not upright
And the shadow, not very bright

After the flickering twilight,
There was a sunrise.
Although the glimpse was slight
And the feeling of fright,
What I saw was a lovely sight.

In the shining sunlight,
Although the kiss was just right
The heart engraved in wood
Still gives me a fright!

Summer Letters

Dearest Nana,

My Chateau is warm today
With the shining summer sun
Just in time
For The Poetry Month!

So I write to you this letter
To introduce
Epistolary Poetry
And ask if you will
Write back to me too!

And also to say that
I miss you and
To take a bow to the poetry
You taught me too!

Love,
Your Little Girl

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