You are the tree to my shelter and the dew drops to my depleted leaves;

Oh friend! You are the sweet fruits to suffice my hungry teeth;

Without thou life's a scabland.
And safe my nest is in your precious hand;

No storm or fire can  suffocate you, thou roots are so strong
Thou is right even if thou is wrong;

Oh dear your soul is crystal clear;
I wont let you come near fear you are my bear.

This is timepass poetry just for you
Now its time to go to loo.

-Garima

Beautiful this morning is.
Maybe another word for serene!
The sun is lambent.
Embraced by those cotton *****.
This irregular arrangement makes it prettier.
Just like life.
Here I birdwatch
I realize how awing they are.
They are the morning alarms.
Where this perennial twittering wakes up the world;
Commands to do something new
Something different;
This new morning compels you to endure a hope!
A hope to to reach those heights where the sun always shines
How beautiful this morning is! :)

Wretched life;
Can't survive;
Every corner blistering  with hatred;
Can't breathe;
No one to love;
Cant rejoice;
Hopes have submerged beyond my reach;
Oh lord, here I beseech;
Why thou give me happiness
When life wont be tearless;