You have seen those cheerful kids
Flying kites high up above
Bearing a happy heart, lighter than a feather
No worries, just innocent thoughts.
The kites feel like they've conquered the silver clouds
Though they fly many many layers beneath 'em
Their abstract vanity and enduring pride
got them strangled over tree tops.

You have seen those sulking self-haters
Flying kites high up above
With a hope to escape memories of the ghosts
To forget the evil they long ago bore.
The kites, they seem to refuse to speak
Owning souls too heavy to fly,
Urging to die.

You have seen those random kites
Stringless, wandering in the sky up above
Lost their way trying to discover themselves
Ending up somewhere and falling in love.
The kites, they feel they are way too different
To survive with the other ones in a normal world
Hungry souls, creative eyes
In a clear blue sky, they don't know where to hide.

Tangled strings, tired wings
Irritating distractions, infinite other things
Restless kites, not even sparing the dark nights
Worthy ones and unworthy ones
We all know one thing

Kites are meant to fly.

You never complain when joy hits you,
a taken-for-granted part of life.
Why do you wail over the misery then?
Arise, awake and strive.

She moves those hips hypnotically
As she smiles through her slender long fingers
Speaking with her big beautiful onyx-black eyes
Ah, Will you just look at her grace?

Her saree painted rich brass
With amber brown motif on the edges
Heavy indian anklets adorn her ankles
Her skin so golden on which sunshine sketches.

Glorious, every little move she makes
Flamboyant, her mehendi feet, the way they part and meet
All the energy any strong man can have,
Reflected in her elegant femine beauty, sincere and discreet.

Like a goddess, she holds her head high
And showers you with her immortal blessings
When she gets down the stage with a humble smile
You'd exclaim "paradise on earth" with a sigh.

He smiled at me a divine smile
Which sent a shiver down my spine
I stood there with my jaw dropped low
As I take in reality and feel my heart glow.

He raised his brows and waved his hands
As I bend towards him for one touch
I stop when his lips part and say
'This is a daydream, Bye.'

O, beautiful oyster pearl
betwixt the oyster shell
Thy radiance defeats that of fullsome satin
that behind the morning sun dwell.
O, glorious oyster pearl
henceforth you are the Queen
resting on your strong mate
amidst the oyster shell.
O, aesthetic oyster pearl
Thou art ravishing I see
Wither do ye flee?
Please stay and sleep here for me
I shall watch all stages of you
Young, dynamic and fair or
old, antique and sea-green.

A wound cut deep causes the bleeding pain
A heart slashed into slices, pain pleads you to flee
The pain when the one you love walks off your destiny's moment
is the pain you feel when you've failed your purpose and dream.
The pain when you are estimated to be under what the common world is;
The pain when your dear child grows too big to cuddle in your arms
The suffocating pain, the meaningless pain
All these are different yet share the same demean.

The most horrible pain is that of regret
The most miserable, waiting for death;
A parent's heart is dripping love and ancient discipline
while a teen's pain is that of guilt, disdain, disrespect.

Alas, Is there something someone can do
to avoid this pathetic feeling of pain?
He is heartless, he is shameless
Daunting your soul like an innocent four years old phantom.
Out of all these years I've been breathing
the only way I see is to
Relish the stinging in the heart,
Cherish that bittersweet soul
enjoy the pleasure
because it won't explain to you it's cause
unless you fall in love with the pain.