WOMEN

Pretty is the fairy with cares and love,
Handling her is like a challenging owe.

She has the strength she has the will,
Give her a push to grow up to win.

She has many faces,and performs them true,
Learns to live with,everything she faces new.

She is a warrior in the emotion's battle field ,
She makes a win with patience that grows to yield.

She is a caretaker,she is a vivid,
Let her be the weaver of her dread.

She is soft in her speech,tuff in her mind
She is but the one to celebrate in all kind

She is a mother,she is a friend,to hold u and bind,
she is a teacher,she is your foe,to make you a find.

She is but a gift,hold her true and never u let,
you can see life grow and live up to beget.

VYSHU:-)

DREAM

So many dreams on my mind,
she is growing is all that i find.

All my dreams my pillow bear,
not letting me sleep did she care?

I role by my side and attempt to hear,
she sang to me making it clear.

With closed eyes i colour my dreams,
only to me in silence she screams.

Waging a war between illusion and reality,
it drives me to live it true with all sanctity

Amidst them is I,with a soft chuckle,
holding tight the dreams,I buckle....
Vyshu:-)

At the sea shore

I stood by the sea shore,
the waves roll up,and roll by.

The star turning red,
when the moon had to be fed.

The chirpping troup back its way,
as if it had the sky as its sway.

My little friends venture out,
sinless and unaware of the spout.

The greens that gave shade,
now,wore the shadow it made.

The breeze,makes me feel,
there are no worries to heal.

She comes out with a roar,
children cry out for more.

What a beauty You are oh dear!
To watch you is a pleasure so clear..

BLACK

You are the start of education,
You are the trade of graduation,
You are the symbol of opposition,
You are the poverty condition,
You are a mark of accreditation,
You are the sketch of creation.
vyshu:-)

The lost moments

The memories, the thoughts has to stay,
The joy, the happiness ,is at its bay.

The rolling drop gathers it all,
Not just a drop to call.

She rips apart your heart,
Digs in the moments of the depart.

Many a thought,many a mind
But not a beam did she find

Its all that she regrets
But the memories never forget

Its dark dark the silence bark
She seeks the lost not the last

Leaving behind are the loved ones gone,
Hurts in ,is a venomous thorn

She looks for the moment u lived,
she lives with the moments u loved.