Magically Magical You

I used to think of living alone Of being old and be unknown
Until I saw your smile that day My plans and goals have blown away

Because you’re amazing Because you’re fun
You bring good life Under the sun

I resisted but I knew I can’t I knew it was a useless rant
I tried so hard but what can I do when my heart says It’s It’s you

I planned to go but couldn’t go far Being away felt so bizarre
I was so worried but you made me calm With you my life became so warm

I knew at once it was gamble A thing I knew is hard to handle
I knew so well it’s so unplanned but what I feel is very grand

You made me whole complete my life You stood by me and made me your wife
A magical feeling I know so true brought by a magically magicaL YOU.

I Am, Iam

The kind who laughs at simple jokes
At times the one contented with books
And dreams to be a star onscreen
And sometimes thinks she’s “Concert Queen”

Some days she dresses ladylike
Sometimes she won’t put down the mic
But what’s so funny and so true
She dreams to strut a weird hairdo

Last time she’s Khaleesi wannabe
Or “SOMEBODY” she wants to be
Her name will be in history books
That people read in many nooks

I am that one that one I am
Like everyone who loves their fam
I am that one whose life is fun
And worth to live like everyone

I am just like you and them
I am just like John and Gem
I am a mom a wife a friend
A friend for you until the end.

GOT Wannabe

This silly thought once came to me, in Game of Thrones I want to be
A friend of Arya Stark is “oh” or even wife of hot Jon Snow
Could also be tough Cersie’s friend I might make her a lot of thrones
Wise young lady I could be, a friend of the Mother of dragons

Or maybe I’ll be the one to write of all the scripts and story lines
I could direct the entire show and choose which one of them will go
By then I’ll be the show’s star, a wannabe, one whose a fan
Became the story’s heroine.

Go Back to the Place

The calm wind, the calm sea
The flipping hair of the young lady
The intense violin played in the air
What else does it mean but pure bliss and care

When life gets unfair gets tough ain’t square
Just remember that your life is a gift which is rare
Go back to the place where the sea and the wind
And the violin played in whirlwind

A Life of Rainbow

When he sings a lovely song the green notes float like some balloons
And sparkle in the air with hues of gold
His modulated voice is blue to my ears
Like some royal blood men of the envied throne
His voice turns red in moments of romance
That cannot be resisted velvety and kind
His laughter is a lot of silhouettes
Varies in every tone every tune every baritone
My life is a mixture of shades of different hues
A rainbow of bliss and patches of colors

The Creepy One Creeps

The long skeleton-like feet
The hairy creepy face and body
We used to shout and jump when in sight
But do we know they creep from us?
The creepy one is afraid of man
Afraid of the giant that hurts and splats
Of one that hurts and not welcomes
A creepy-looking creature that creeps of man.

Speak the Truth

Speak the truth to me please tell
For no one dares of love but me
I love to love though he loves me not
And leaves me blank and lost and mournful
He blocked me out won’t let me in
A lot of times was lost in numbers

From the Poem “A Psalm of Life”
by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

From Someone Who is Shy

Hey guys listen up from someone who is shy
From her meek little smiles to her words that say why
Underestimate not what this shy one can do
She can move every mountain and might defeat you

Hey guys listen up from someone so secretive
From someone whom we thought was never active
Belittle her never for she might overpower
All those that are loud and those that chatter

Hey you all of you who are so unbeatable
Quiet ones are deadly lethal and able
They can mesmerize crowds when they start to speak
We’ll find out they are strong and was never been weak

For quiet ones are thinkers and analytical
Waiting for a moment a chance and a call
And when they begin to speak all their minds
We’ll be blown and in awe for the true masterminds.

Elusive Dreams No More

My dreams long ago are hopeless to achieve
For these dreams are so high though my time I will give
But right now I am here writing poems I can write
With each prompt every hour writing verse all my might

My dreams long ago are those that need time
But right now all my time is offered for this rhyme
I may be lost for words will not find the right kind
But this won’t make me stop i will be in the grind

Elusive dreams elusive no more are my dreams
Little by little step by step themes after themes
I will write poetry write the best I can
And my dreams will be here at the palm of my hand.

My Room Upstairs

If you ask me a place where I could return
I would tell you my room with the memories I own
With the windows wide open I stare at the moon
And build my dreams there in every toss and turn

In my room when I was young I could puff endlessly
While I enjoy the night,and the whole scenery
While the puffing occurs I scribble my mute friend
Write my poems crazily from beginning to end

In that room I could see my every misery
And I write every line down in my diary
I write poems I write thoughts that keep coming out
In that room my writing is where it came about

I want my room back by the window open wide
Where I planned how my life would be mystified
Right there in that room-my secret hideaway
My heart yearns until now forever it will stay.