i once wished to leave my home,
leaving my memories behind,,
i just packed my bag and set off,
i walked away from my home,
he whole wide world to roam.
on the way, i saw scenes i had never seen before,
children moving all around their feet sore,
in tattered clothes and shabby looks,
i had seen these only in books,
begging on the roads with their family.
this reminded me something.
my family,my friends,my home my everything
i could remember the things i had been given,
but i had been an ungrateful person,
best opportunities i had,
but i was very bad,
where shall i find them all again?
i was not away from home,
the place not belonging to me at all,'i longed for my mothers call.
regaining my memories all along.
i realized that i had been wrong,
i promised not to do it again;not at all,
at once i wished to leave my home.
my mother received me with an open arm,
though i had done her a great harm,
making promises was all that i could do,
begging for forgiveness ,repenting true,
shedding tears all the while,
waiting for my mothers smile!
i shall never think of doing this,
my home i shall always miss,
my family i shall always revere
yes, i will make this a great year!
                                                          vishvi.aurora

A smile is a language that every one understands,
it can change an enemy to  FRIEND,
bring a quarrel  to an end.
A  smile can make a day bright,
by making a harsh voice light,
can spot a beautiful sight.
A smile can change anger to a laughter,
and making your good times move more faster.
It can save you from a great fall,
it can change a hatred into loves call.
It does all the work for you,
by changing the faith and fate that you loose.
                                                                     by vishvi.n.aurora

Little children are like a mayor,
They change everyone in their favor,
They are just like a player,
Who do not hamper,
They neither are after money like a banker,
Nor want to be a ranker,
After all they are  candor:.
These children get all the goodies,
With chocolates and finally become foodies,
They become a bit lazy,
When it's time for all to become crazy.
These children just bite the fight,
From their father's and mother's side,
All the things they  abide,
Leaving the ******* world aside.
But still a toddler they stand,
To let make the world work with their hand,
And they promise to make the world stop fights with military bands.
                                                                                 Vishvi.n.aurora

I was perplexed when I saw them all,
Their confidence hit me when I was too small,
Leaving my future affected and bothering about those falls,
I stood await for someone to call,
Because I had no one at all,
Neither mom nor dad to care when I was all by my self struggling to crawl,
And felt someone just lift me up with friendship starting with a short brawl,
Together we would live like sister and play with a basket ball.
It's okay if it's small,
That will gradually grow up tall,
Just be my friend and we would face the world together w and fly off the dangerous storms..
                                                 vishvi aurora

The woods are dense dark and green,
Away from the city they stand unseen,
Winter spring and autumn cover them with a sheath,
Pains and summers touching their feet,
Not complaining about this they take them breathes.
The woods are lovely dark and green,
Just the mankind changed the scene,
If the human life’s truth is revealed,
As you enter nature lush and green,
Just killed them all,
Not bothering about their falls,
Cruel nature did not bother,
Made the nature look a little shorter,
Unknown and hidden treasures they had,
But human nature cut their feathers,
After all, I should tell this with a sigh,
We cut them all in the pieces of pie,
Let’s save them all as the time is too high,
Not be so cruel and eat them all in pieces of pie.
                                                          VISHVI .N. AURORA

I was traveling in a bus which struck in and backed,
Filled inside there was a sack,
Kept in the bottom of the rack,
With some magical pixels which seemed much better than the apple book mac,
Behind it there was a map,
Leading though a new way and sounded like wrap…
Though there might be some gap,
Or turn my brains cap,
The possibilities were filled in a zip that sound of zap…
But finally, I touched the destination and gave it a happiness with a clap,
Gave a humble pat,
Like a squeak of a rat,
And meows like a cat,
With adventures and difficulties all wound in that mat,
And that’s how you fulfill your dreams if you think about that!
                                                             Vishvi. aurora

I was standing on the ground which was round,
I heard some friction-less sound,
A round bottom flask covered my head like a crown,
That was tension which bent me down,
Everywhere I just found,
The matters not covering the soul’s wound,
Round and round in a mulberry bush town,
Thought then I shouldn’t frown,
Had the vicious mind while traveling through the town,
Much below the great pronouns!
Once I was standing on the round ground,
But now I think I should forget just about the pounds,
And make my brain feel safe and solely found,
Give my heart an overwhelming chocolate mound,
And leave that Falstaff again safe and profound.
                                                                 Vishvi aurora