She was a hot air balloon!

Didn't care if she would fall
But dreamt that she could touch the sky
She let her dreams take a flight,
now, with the stars she floats
She risked how far she could go,
Today this she knows
that freedom lies,
in being bold!

I had to write on anything I wished
There was this demand
So I decided to write on ****
Which goes down in troops
Entering the toilet's streams
A chocolate mousse it seems
You may say, you may say yikes
But that is how the toilet likes
Yes it smells! Yes it stinks
Yet its fun to watch it
Plop, drop and kink!!

An evil mother, with grey hair
Flaunts her red gown
Desiring, her selfish,
wild daughters
to get royally crowned

After a painful death
Her real hidden face
Once cunningly cloaked
Is finally invoked!
She was a sugar coated pill!

Soon the dishes and the laundry
The sweeping of floors
Are forever those
stepdaughter's daily chores

The clever lady, never gaiety
gets the royal call
She plans devilish things
Locking Cindrella down
Wildly tearing and ruining
Her charming ball gown

In the end, she's left cursing
the perfectly fitting shoe
She deserved that
Old cruel shrew!

But why is it always
The step ones forever cruel?
Why O why? Is such a mother shown?
What would a child feel
Who has a mother, step
Even, if she isn't mean or vain
The child will think, she's Lady Tremaine!

It was the success
Which I always ran after
spending days fetching it
In life's each chapter

I hiked the highest mountains
Dived the deepest seas
I fished the fluffiest cloud
But success was nowhere to be seen

I entered the darkest den
Climbed the highest tree
Drank the reddest blood
But success always
Ditched me!

Success was like the horse in the field
Running fast and free
failure was what I only got
When I wished taming,
The horse in the field

It was very late
When I found success
was all along in my pocket
Sitting right besides me

Success was in the journey
I took to climb the heights
It sat besides the road
Watching me days and nights

Success was not the horse
But the field it ran in
Success always held my hands
Like a silent, desired kin!

Most difficult is that moment,
when he smiles at you...........

And instead of doing that happy dance,
and prance around like a magical pixie horse
you just smile, warmly
But your blush.......
The blush gives the game away!

~~~together you fight, together you succeed
                        Leaving memories behind, you perform risky deeds

Leaves crunched, he ripped through the wind
His fur gleaming bright,
Anger, fury, wrath, danced in his eyes
But deep down he blushed
His Cinderella watched him with warm smiles
She was finally in love,
with this wild night creature

The night sky,
Wrapped inside blankets
A coffee, a book,
And skies full off stars!

All those things he bared
kept quiet for days and years,
Unwanted comments, or remarks
weren't answered yet!
All those talks were
Gathered in his heart
All the stones thrown at him,
were kept in a safe,
the safe where the rocks
were turned into molten lava

and then that hate and wrath
Which was hidden deep in the heart
Erupted at last!
It was the answer of all those hate
Which were buried deep beneath
and all this hate, bornt ages ago
Caused disasters everywhere!

Next time, you pass a comment
unwanted or unfriendly
Remember, each volcano has a time
When it erupts at last!
and answer all those hate and wrath
Causing disasters everywhere! Beware

Eluding the tunnel,
I adored the sunshine, above the yellow sunflowers

                           Which later blinded me!

There was a dreadful nail in her shoe
But still she went to pick her child from school

She was in a hurry as she was already late
As she scurried out our wooden gate

I could not believe she had a nail in her shoe
But still she agreed to pick her child from school

The bumpy road and the scorching heat
By her courage, she could easily beat

I couldn’t believe there was a nail in her shoe
But still she agreed to pick her child from school

To subdue all the turns and bumps she did not fail
Despite the scorching heat and the dreadful nail

I could not believe there was a nail in her shoe
But still she agreed to pick her child from school

“Is it not hard to walk” I asked
With a nail in the shoe, it is a big task

“why not go and change instead?”
But some golden words were what she said

“I go through many hurdles my dear”
A nail in the shoe is pretty familiar

The coerce foes are like a nail in my shoe
The devalue of people adds to the pain too

But I turn a deaf ear to them dear
Cause their opinions are unworthy to hear!

The little ones, visit us every day
Wiping off the golden rays,

When the supper is served hot
and the grannies rock the cots,
the children return home
silently tiptoe the little gnomes
Its when the grandpas lit their cigars
and silence roams in parks and bazaars
the little ones hop and climb
painting skies, black and fine
they rub off the remains of the sun
and cool off, all its burns
they plaster the yellow, crescent crust
cleaning off yesterday's dust!
Next they glitter the fireflies
Perfectly golden, neat and nice
The littlest one, of them all,
itches, galls and squalls
Gifting us a desired sneeze
Sprinkling over the stars on all!
The stars twist, blink and wink
And beautiful lullabies they sing!

Pair of feet, tan and fair
Legs naked and bare
Twirling around, beneath the moon
Hands on chest and waists
The heart yearned kisses
The body yearned sins!

Dark nights, no more azure
Grey clouds, let out their tears
Awaiting to nurture,
Lays a soul innocent and pure

Pip Pirrip rests besides the grave
Weeping, living the memories
For he was now a slave,
for his sister mean and naive

A hopeless orphan, pushes his head
On the mother's grave's crumbles
For he now could feel her smile
And hears prayers being mumbled

Pip was drifted away
from his parents too soon
and they had left him behind
In this world

It was when Magwitch enters,
asking for food and a file
threatening his life, if disobeyed
and once again from his parents,
Pip was drifted away!

Butterflies dance, birds chirp
They can't help but glee!
Leaves smile, cones perk
Why shouldn't they?
Their long gone friend has returned!

The fountains become fresher
The leaves turn more green
The daisies twist with pleasure!
Why shouldn't they?
Their long gone friend has returned!

The days tend to be merry
The air is filled with
laughter of fairies
Why shouldn't it?
Their long gone friend has returned!

They paint the rainbow on the sky
They paste the cotton on clouds
The grass is green-dyed
Why shouldn't it?
Their long gone friend has returned!

The buttercups seems to bloom
The sunflowers seek their friend
The bliss, blissfully looms
Why shouldn't they?
Their long gone friend has returned

The swans become whiter
They dress like a bride
The quails are ready to coo
Why shouldn't they?
Their long gone friend has returned!

They delicately embellish the route
Their friend shall walk on
Spring is ready to be lauded
Why shouldn't it?
Its their long gone friend,
Which returned!

I glared at that strong figure
and it's grey mane
I adored that clever face
Impossible to tame!
It was not easy to ensnare it
nor beat its fascinating pace
For it was a wolf
with some ferocious grace!
It has silently suffered pain
and yet it endured
walking alone through the domain
A journey which made it strong!

You are a wolf! Not a lion?
There were questions asked,
yes, as a wolf I perspire
A lion performs in a circus
A wolf is a better dire!

Thus I adore this wolf reflection
As I walk away from the mirror
I am a wolf! A leader, a winner!

In the pink evening gown,
wandering in the tulip fields
Recalling me of,
the pink robin, singing
on the branches of pink flowering tree
Underneath the pink and orange sunsets
Yesterday!

From stardust to stories!
Even in the hardest of the times,
remember we are all made of stardust!
And soon turn into stories,
For those, who shall be in our shoes!

My castle by the sea
I built this bold castle,
friendly nudging the sea
A wonderful place it straddles
shadowed by the trees!
It stands strangely tall
A shelter for the lost
Before it's ****** walls
stands a bridge never crossed!

This castle I built
by the rocks and stones
which were there on the roads
I walked
I saved them all,
the ones thrown at me
and built a castle
with ****** walls

Its the curiosity,
Which keeps killing this cat
Displaying heights of atrocity
Causing my death, flat!

Even curiosity, can't unfold
What secrets the stars sell
What makes the sun shine so bright
With all its power, all its might!

It's my friend, the curiosity
Which wholehearted accompanies me
When under an oak tree
or on the ***** rocks
by the wild sea

It's the curiosity
Which despite sitting besides
Never responds
To this curious black cat!

Girls
are like apples
on trees. The best ones
are at the top of the tree.
The boys don’t want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren’t as good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they’re amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who’s
brave enough to
climb all
the way
to the top
of the tree

The snow dove sits, unhappy and blue
Sad as fate, inert like a statue
There was no freedom in fate she thought,
Only loneliness and desolation it brought
A way out of hell she thought
Somehow these demons could be fought!
And then an idea struck her mind
How she would leave these demons behind
How she would spread her wings and fly
Free as the diamond, is free from the alloy
She would sing and chant her heart out
It would grant her freedom, no doubt!

Laying on the bare grass,
Insisting the moon, to stir in my soul
Its reflection embracing,
blending inside,
filling the bruises, scratches and wounds!

Thus she clambered the sky,
to get the ideal view
aiming for the stars....
and captured the moon instead!

Muddy footprints, and the howling moon,
This forest welcomed me,
With the mist cuddling around
and the silence drumming noises

Seeking my way, reached that log,
deforested! Missing it's fruit!

This log, I sat on,
and brushed my bruises and wounds
While I was covering
unknown routes

This log, broken and sad
proved it to me
that heartbroken ones,
missing their fruits,
once the parts of them,
are the most helpful
and the only who wipe our tears
in this evil, unknown world

It's the tree, full of color
Vibrating blue and green
Shining on a luminous night
Enhancing the brilliant scene
This oak tree once,
was a little nut
which steadfastly held the ground
Now, it bears and blooms
Breaking all the bounds!
Or maybe this tree
was planted by the old man
who knew he was never,
To sit beneath the shade
He had master prosperity
Indeed!
now this tree, is more
It's the squirrel's home
It's a mother of fruits
It provides shades to the ones
Traveling unknown routes!

Sunshine mopped, grey clouds ruled,
I sashayed barefoot,
near the kerb and road
raindrops pattered, yet umbrellas closed
I relished the music, goth
Insentience roamed around
It didn't seemed yesterday
where I danced and bleed
on cigarette butts and shattered glass
near the kerb and road!

When He paints the sky gold,
with vivid colors,
bright and bold!

Slowly disappears the color blue,
Inspiring, yet enigmatic
without a clue!

And the sun prepares to dive
Soon to return,
extant and alive

It shapes the vista, as a silhouette
On a journey,
to make it perfect!

Brilliantly red and orange, conquer the sky
Whilst the blues and violets
temporarily die!

On the solid, oak branch
awaits the mother bird
for her baby to hatch!

Wishing, slowly these nights fade away
Gifting us again
a bright blue day!

A thousand words couldn’t bring you back…
I know this because I tried,
neither could a thousand tears…
I know this because I cried,
you left behind a broken heart and happy memories too…
but I never wanted memories..
I only wanted you

I have a rainbow within me!

Red: the first flower you gifted me...... yet not sincerely

Orange:  the sun at sunset.......when it leaves........just like you did from my heart

Yellow:  the fire......from which you burnt me....made my heart ashes

Green: the plains and grass I walked on with you.....before knowing what you really wanted!

Blue: those wounds and bruises you left, not on my body.....but on my heart!

Indigo: the night sky, in the mid evening.....when I finally unmasked you!

Violet: those lavenders.......which I threw on your face.......when you were finally unmasked! Mr!

They are ugly, they are old
There's no beauty on their face,
Yet they create memories
Laughing late in nights,
They create something to remember
When these times don't return!
There is beauty inside their heart,
Life is beautiful in midst of ugliness
When you have a friend, or a pal
A pal which ignores
the mirror, mirror on the wall!
Who does actually cares
Who's the fairest of them all!
It's not the beauty which is worthy
Its the memories made together, gold!

Hope was like that
Helium balloon
Full of dreams and belief
which slipped out of my hand
I tried to grab the string
I tried to catch
But was unable to cling!
It had flown away
Soon I heard the balloon whisper
"Oh dear! Life is like me!
If you won't let me go!
How far you'll rise,
You'll never know!'

Among all those flowers,
and the green beneath,
I fetch that red fire

The rose she planted for me
On her special day!

On the old oak tree
Sits a mother with her child
Giving her some lessons
carried from generations!
Her voice so hoarse and quiet
like the black night sky,
"Listen well dear!"
The mother sighed
"Silence is the wisest thing,
Its with you when no one else is,
silence itself is an answer,
to all those fools, who roam around!
Keep quiet, and you'll see,
the light in miracles!
The less you speak,
the more you observe,
and the more you observe,
the more wisdom you acquire,
the more you get to know, about the faces around here,
sit on this old oak tree, and observe
how faces, hide faces!'

The purple sky above my head
and lavenders beneath my feet
Purple, a color of lovely sunsets,
above the lilac fields,
purple is the last one,
in a rainbow
Purple, was that only flower,
in the fields of yellow!
On the green lush trees
the purple berries hang!
Blows, the cool breeze
through the purple lands,
I watch how the sun dives
leaving the stars behind,
the stars which ring the bells
and the ivories, lilacs and lavenders
Sell their purple colors
making the lovely purple sunsets
Oh man! I'm obsessed

Feel the joy, in this race,
adore the clouds
smell the flowers,
Forget the finish line
It's a start
to a brand new race!

And I waited hours on that station
for the right train
which didn't even start its journey!

If my journey was to be easy,
I would've missed valuable lessons
Cause for sure each turn in it
answers my questions!

If it wasn't for a scratch
I would've never learn
to climb a tree
If it wasn't for a sting
I would've never know
How to dodge a bumblebee

If there weren't any dark nights
I would've never know
How to make a fire
The fire which helped me
Passing muck and mire

If it wasn't for the thunders and rain
the sunlight and rainbows
I could've never obtain!
If it wasn't for the wild waves
Wet, the sand would never be
And won't allow me to make a sand castle
And rule it like its queen!

I kept chasing it
Like a distant dream
But dreams aren't just dreams
They can also be
nightmares!

Roses are red,
violets are blue,
the stars are stunning,
but so are you.

Orchids are white,
ghosts are rare,
your voice is soft,
and so is your hair.

Magnolia grows,
with buds like eggs,
an influence is strong,
and so are your legs.

Sunflowers reach,
up to the skies,
the stars are bright,
and so are your eyes.

Foxgloves in hedges,
surround the farms,
an environment that's safe,
and so are your arms.

Daisies are pretty,
Italians have style,
your effect is dazzling,
and so is your smile.

A sunset is beautiful,
just like you.

It's better to be the only cherry,
and shine like one, red and free
rather to act like an apple
and fit with others, on the tree!

In the end all I care
Is that it's better to be me