Blank sheets of paper..

Friends and buddies, Chats and laughter;
The pace of the world fast and faster.
Photos, groups, hugs and kisses;
Pearls and stones, high Mr and Mrs.
Class, manners and conceiving fake smiles;
The stormy peril, beneath it lies.
The world with its false colours, unreal;
Though together never near.
Select few in this fear wrapped.
To us, alone, on my own is apt.
A pen, blank notebook, and endless words
are our companions. Maybe absurd,
But true; to ourselves,and to everything else.
Not social you say, but I prefer being myself.
My world white and colourless it may seem
but your eyes are not keen enough to see
the truth. The blank pages of life are
to be painted by us. Painting afar,
We live a lie. Wouldn't ask you to change,no.
This much I will say though
I prefer blank sheets of paper and I
cannot, will not live a lie....

Life

Over uncharted waters I'll travel

Like a wave, on my own

I'll let the mysteries unravell

Colours of freedom I'll hoist

Humming like a bird, a joyous tone.

And if I reach ashore

To an unknown island I'll go

Ever ready to see what's in store

More free than the statue of liberty

Flame in my eyes and no place for woe

And some day with the upraised wings of death  

Beyond the sky I'll soar 

Surely with nothing to regret

With wind in my hair

I'll be free for forevermore.

Rain...

My tiny drops become the gems of the nature's tiara

as the sun's the sun's rays scatter through me.

Down I glide to greet the greens,

and turn the princess nature into a Queen.

I gently embrace the thirsty Earth.

I am the tears of heaven, which heal the hurt.

To all I am something new.

I ripple the souls and lives of far beyond.

I come and go but never bid adieu....