Dedicated to Pervez Ahmed Sir :)

An old man with grey hair, sitting around with a pen in hand,

His prolific brain, where Idea’s expands,

Problems are randomly arranged onto his memory cart,

Be an optimized algorithm or a bohemian fine art,

Many hundred days have passed, and many hundreds are yet to come,

You dazzle all around, like the Golden rays showering straight from The Sun,

The bleak world have now illuminated, all myths are broken,

Feeling lucky to scribble you on paper with my proud black pen,

When I search this vast sky in night with my thoughtful eyes,

Your name written in twinkling silvery words, God himself describes,

What a beautiful creation Thy has made in human race!!

I wonder, your foot print I could sincerely trace.

Million’s of stars in the sky are witnessing my unflinching regards,

I scribble words for you, but my immature expression get retards,

How could I, be able to describe your stature just in 2 page?

Am I too young to describe a proud life of 62 years of age?

Just being a sincere and curious girl, trying only to hold the seconds, we all lived,

Wondering the world beyond the range of my cornea, I wish I could see,

 Thank You for creating Sanctuary of young minds, where transformations are made,

Where every youngling writes their own destiny and their own fate.

Learning poetess

04^th April 2013 10:35PM

For You:My Friend :)

Always felt a greater sense of time, whenever I walked with you,

Will cherish each moment that I had spent with you,

Once in a while in lifetime, I found a palm...

The one who can create the beautiful understanding and love in you….

Each moment that I spent, want to save in the world of my words,

Capture all into my imaginations, that beautiful relation ambient to my soul,

Delving into a Dreamy world of fantasies,

We looked so beautiful as we walked gently all thru the road

Inking and ambeincing every hour of the leisurely day,

That eagerness of smelling the aura

I wish I could revolve back the wheel of time,

Season of summer’s  love or the winter's sunshine...

Every unsaid word of your anger, after that your catchy smile

Every bohemian walk  along  lone alley, I am afraid  of…

sometimes I feel, it would be  too early to say bye,

As I am still long way to count those  myriads of stars .

 Loving Poetess

7^th April,2013 11:40pm

And he who gives a child a treat
Makes joy-bells ring in heaven's street,
But he who gives a child a home
Builds palaces in kingdom come,
And she who gives a baby birth
Brings Savior Christ again to Earth


-John Masefield

I am Beautiful

I am beautiful as my words are innocent,

My dreams are beautiful as I dream them, my wish full heart,

I am shy too,  my blood circulates with feelings that are present,

My world is small yet I capture every smile, I come across, into my heart.

Colors of life changes as time go by, from pink to blue,

Yet I feel I am Beautiful as I am with you,

I may be rude, many times more youthful,

Swords of my words hurt for no cause to you,

Why you bear this pain for me?

Why you carry smile beyond which happier you easily can be,

Could I ever be able to remorse before you?

Could I ever be able to say you that I love you?

Thank you for giving me shoulders to rests upon, to hide behind,

Thank you for holding my hand, when I become trepid and blind,

Is it be enough to say these two words for all that I’ve collected,

But yes, it’s  Elixir of my Life, every morning I am with you always!

21^st April,11:10 PM

Beautiful Poetess

Promise

Promise,

 I made yesterday midnight when clock ticked one,

You were not here, I was Lonesome,

Under the burning bright Grand Galaxia,   

I sat behind the glassy window, fighting my phobia,

Promise,

I earnestly, will forget all the fights that I made,

Solved or unsolved,

Repaint old memories that became light and fade,

Here I say you are inseparable to me, else I would be a human wreck,

Promise,

I would lower the magnitude of rudeness,

Until you come back, I would remain restless,

The journey to the city of my dreams is lusterless without you,

Please come back, and color me pink from murky blue.

Promise,

Ti’s not the feeble word that I am saying to you, to convince you,

This is my sincere confession, that I wish to repent for you,

Shan’t speak anymore of my complaints, now You do not deny,

Please come back, before the moon rises up and high,

Promising Poetess

Mid of Night @ 1

13^th May 2013