Chips
How is it made?
From where it came?
I asked myself
For its addicting taste

I thank the inventor
For inventing chips
And make my life
Forget about past

One bite of chips
Will make you excited
And make you dream
The life you want

I will always love chips
No matter what
Cuz I never tasted
Something like this before

                                         Mysterious universe

It was soo cold inside
I shivered with cold
I felt a little hope inside
That it would end soon

I sat on my couch
With a hot cup of coffee
I looked at the window
But, couldn't see a thing

I rubbed the frost glass
With the Palm of my hand
It made an impression
That looked funny

Then I peeped through my
Funny impression and
Saw the busy world for which
I could not stop staring at.  

Mysterious universe