Dream ( Acrostic)

During the day you can’t find it,

Reappears never ever as though it was a bandit

Every Night a new adventure begins,

Aeons have passed but, moods it continues to lightens,

My dreams would get me a genuine grade, but some I can’t submit


Worth More Alive
United for wildlife is trying so that the tuskers can strive,

A hundred killed every day, and soon there will be left only five.

The elephants are ultimate help in construction and in gardening,

You do them well, they come to pay you homage barging,

I don’t know about you, but I think elephants are worth more alive.



Smile ( Acrostic)

Sometimes it’s great to simper,

Many take it as pass on letter,

In one go, it can brighten many days,

Laughter now fills the air no matter how strong the sun blaze,

Everyday to smile is the thing one should always remember.


Opened Its Wings
A ship once sailed to this dock,

By accident, it went loose and went on an amazing adventure,

It went to a place it thought it was too feeble to go to,

But that was just its starting point,

Ever since, it has had great adventures, only because it let loose and opened its wings!

RINGS THE EUPHORIA
We promulgate tussle a times

And at time rings the euphoria in the sourest limes,

We have clubbable times and even doleful one,

Sometimes we can be fidus Achates and sometimes with each other we’re done,

But whatever happens we’ll be sisters, like two chimes in a wind chime

Laugh all you want day
Live all you want darkness show
Still, love all around

Reaching high to rise
Achieving targets your dream
Through own story hard

One listens to jazz
One is in tune piano
But both are great friends

The weeping willow
Weeps for her seed to rise day
Unknown where it is


Let the cold wind blow
Let open my wings to fly
So, I can see world

Open eyes to soar
Let music fill your sweet ears
Dance to beat of joy

Tercet - Like That I'll Never Bee
The places I went were best to see

At each stop, I squealed with glee

Oh, how interesting the world is, like that I’ll never be!

Clouds Of Gloom
Loud groans can be heard as the sun begins to disappear,

And many turn on the waterworks as the tears reach the ground near,

Sometimes it is concomitant by snow, hail and leaves,

Other times it’s just tremendously extravagant with a cool breeze,

But when the clouds of goom are gone and a rainbow shines then each soul cheer.

The Birds Fly Home
When the amber leaves fly in the skies,

The orange ball of light shines.

When the birds fly home for the day,

Then the sky turns pink or orange or red, its mood, its way.

And this is where the object of virtue lies.

The Key To Success
A leaf has many veins connected by the midrib, similar to the Corolla in flowers connected by the sepal,

A stem has many leaves, connected through it, even the roots in this design- fibrous or tap are in their own way special,

Many stalks form a branch, many branches form a tree but all connect at the base, the trunk,

This happens in every tree, but to rebirth has to separate some chunk,

The message being conveyed by nature is unity is the key to success in this world where every person is a different type of petal,

Land Of The Ganga
In this Garth,  trees are never watered by a soul, but the river Ganges herself,

The trees even after sinking inwards into the ground, continue to bloom in themselves,

Filled with myriad species of undreamt trees and the rarest of all florets in the daintiest of bowers

The most prodigious banyan tree with about three hundred aerial roots is the main

attracter

A tree that stores water is one of the hundred phenomena in the Botanical Garden in the land of the Ganga itself

In the heart of Kolkata lies the palatial palace of the redcoats
The centre of architecture served as the residence of the empress of India
The weapons of war, antique jewellery, charismatic gowns and magnificent paintings gleam with pride
The sharp eyes of the queen catch everything around her as she sits on her throne and is ready to accept the crown
Carved is the coast of arms and the last supper in the abode of the angels
Spacious corridors, stained glass windows, classic architecture, lush green gardens form this cognisant seraglio
The crows and Robbins are her messenger or maybe even the prima donna in disguise
And every morning the angel of the sun turns around and announces the beginning of a newfangled day

Some people think that nothing is okay with me

They think I’m not cool enough and sports has to be my forte

Just because I retreat home early, doesn’t mean I don’t want to be there

So they just leave me out and think I’m rust and they’re the iron

They wanna get rid of me as soon as possible,

But always come to me, when they need something…

I think you should put on my shoes and see how it feels,

And when you face it, you’ll understand how difficult you’re making life.

But I’ll try to be on my best and hope you accept me for who I am

Or I guess we weren’t meant to be, cause you can’t change a thing about me.

And we should go our separate ways.

She came to me every day,

Always asked me one question,

“mirror, mirror on the wall,

who’s the fairest of them all”

I was not the kind to hurt

her precious feelings

But all I could say was the bitter,

word of innocence but truth is bitter

Every day I said it was her

But the truth made me say, it was snow

And then she became what I call

The evilest of them all

But after failed attempts,

She did not get what she desired,

She was so angry she shattered me

And my pieces fell like million bee

And ever since that day

Each of my tiny piece

Is stored in every mirror on the wall,

To show the truth, to you all