Monday, 31 December 2012

Happy 2013

Happy 2013 to all,
Maybe more like people,
Happy surviving it this one,
For the time was never going good for now,
Someone's daughter been raped,
Financial crisis,
People dying,
Masscarce happening,
Still at the end people sleep,
For who knows when and where it would end,
Nothing is fixed for now,
Maybe you may be laughing at someone,
Soon you would be taking this place,
For lust in people can't just die out,
It is just have to be control,
Lust not for sex.
But for things,
It can be handle by one self,
Add a control to self before saying to others,
For people go on wandering sayings things to others,
Before looking at themselves,
Maybe this year have a change at self,
Before setting out to change the world. . . .
Happy New Year to all. . . ..

Sunday, 9 December 2012

Winter


The winter has taken its place,

Layer of clothing to keep ya self warm,

The season which I never like much,

Brrr it always bring me cold,

And lotta irritating body movement,

Just like the reverse in summer,

Here I'm wrapped up in a quilt,

With my notes to be eaten up,

And puked up at the papers,

That what teachers want anyways,

Take up their knowlege and puked it out when they test you,

To see how much you had learn,

Wish it was more like show me something I don't know,

But still life never goes like that,

Back to the notes,

Tich tich days of horror started. . . .

A prayer to the upper one


A prayer to upper one,

Guide us all for we all wander away,

For sometimes what we think is good is bad,

And we started working on the words of others,

Unbind me from the chains of the society,

Let me expand,

Let me see what individual holds,

For we all are barred in fear of unknown,

Maybe life is more than just money and godly prayers,

I thank you for my happiness for I need it,

I thank you for my sad times for I learn to mould myself for hard times,

Thank you for guiding me,

For life is just a lesson,

Good one take up the place of memories,

And bad ones are the lessons to be learnt. . . .

A mother's poem


A mother's poem,

For you were born femine to handle the load,

As wife,child and mother,

Duties to perform,

And unlimited selfless love,

You remain up at night when we are sick,

Even disturbing your sleep at nights,

You taught us to talk,

And how to live in this world,

For you always showed you were cool on front,

Even hiding the tension on back,

Worrying from the start to the end,

For we always be your child,

Forever and ever. . .