Farewell

It has been absolutely pleasant writing for the last couple of months and it has been fun. But like everything, it come to an end. The season for poems is slowly fading away but there is nothing to worry for there is always that little bit of cloud in your mind that will propel you to express yourself. I will be back soon with new poems when the poetry season starts again. Have a good life everyone.

Life and The Freedom PART TWO

PART TWO

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The kites fell down on the ground as bees flew out and,
Stung everyone who they found in their path.
I got up and decided to take a little walk,
But then as he knows I had to stop.

The Bird waited in the cage,
Master came by.
Patted its head,
And went without saying a goodbye.

Sun shone brightly on the road,
And created a mirage according to me.
Clouds moved away,
Allowing the sun to have his day.

The door was locked,
And the key was gone.
So like a prisoner I cursed him and,
Went back to my bunk and contemplated all the junk.

People ran away,
As the bees had a bad day.
Some bees fell on the ground,
For their stinger was a freedom not to be used.

The Bird stay perched all day long,
Trying to make up its mind.
While the clouds tried to play hide and seek with the sun,
But they lost.

Banging the door,
I yelled out loud.
But nothing ever did happen,
And I lay on the floor waiting for him to come.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Life and The Freedom

PART ONE

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I want to run in circles,
Till I feel intoxicated.
Till the world stops rotating,
And the bird flies, escaping from her cage.

Never had it felt that it could fly so high,
Always a dream to say a goodbye.
Just look at the kite fly by,
Controlled like a puppet in the sky.

Clouds move fast like smoke in the heaven,
But they would never come down to Earth.
For if you want to roam free,
Just take a big leap and fly away.

As the bird looked back at its cage,
The stinging thought of food struck it.
Flying back down from a height,
It dived into the cage.

As I stopped spinning,
The pain knocked in.
I fell on the ground,
With a painful realisation dawning upon me.

The kite was cut down,
It flew down in freedom.
But before it knew,
It crash-dived into a hive.

So for all the clouds that were floating away,
Were pushed aside by the big yellow sun.
No freedom comes just like that,
Every thing here is a bait.

TO BE CONTINUED....

The Girl With the Purple Umbrella part three

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PART THREE

The station now lay empty,

No one in sight.

She lay down the umbrella and walked,

Slow, fast and faster her footsteps ran.

A man came out of the station,

And saw the girl running away.

Not bothering to make a run,

He just cursed.

Something had been taken from him,

The purplish devil lay away from him.

He walked and covered the distance,

As the inanimate object stared at him silently from a distance.

Silence corroded the building,

As the girls footsteps were heard from a distance.

Nothing followed no one,

The man had been given back his item.

Yes indeed, the girl had been a thief,

But nobody would have even thought of it.

Now now...who are we to judge,

For the guy in the sky plays that part.

Thus she came to be known as,

The Girl With The Purple Umbrella.

The Girl With The Purple Umbrella,

She was called.

The Girl With The Purple Umbrella part two

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PART TWO

They both crossed the road,
Their faces glowed.
The boy thanks the girl,
And she went away like a blur.

On the other side,
People stared at her as if she were the tour-guide.
And suddenly a long lost respect,
Caught the people's eyes.

They adored her,
For being such a moral booster.
In the times of grey,
There is always some day.

She helped people pass the road,
But never did she boast.
For the guy in the sky takes note,
Whenever you do good work without accepting a bow.

Finally when she thought,
All had been helped.
A guy called for help and it so turned out that he was a mailman,
And hence she lead the way again.

Thus she came to be known as,

The Girl With The Purple Umbrella.

The Girl With The Purple Umbrella,

She was called.

TO BE CONTINUED...

The Girl With The Purple Umbrella part one

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PART ONE

The Gods must have been happy,
For it was fairly sunny.
But then someone somewhere did somebody wrong,
It hit the Gods like a thorn.

And it started to rain,
People ran between shades.
And the hustle for shade began,
A girl stood in a corner.

She looked nothing more than a beggar,
But it must have been her eyes.
That caught the people lies,
Some ran away from her as if she were a bad dime.

A kid asked her,
If she would take him to the bus-stop.
Even as they stood on the station,
Buses passed.

Holding the boys hand,
She led the way.
A Purple Umbrella in her hand,
All the others stood at bay.

Thus she came to be known as,
The Girl With The Purple Umbrella.
The Girl With The Purple Umbrella,
She was called.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Give Life a Bigger Hug

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Watching around me as the sun comes,
brightly down from the heaven.
Not giving it another thought,
And instead freezing right on the spot.

For I realise that this world is beautiful,
And I can make it wonderful,
Give life just a bigger hug,
Push away all your worries to another world.

Don't you look at the clock,
For it goes Tick-Tock.
Just bring up all the memories,
And play it like a movie.

For the time that you are given is limited,
Make your life a blissful gift.
Oh don't you get it?
Just deep breathe and take this world.

For I realise that this world is beautiful,
And I can make it wonderful,
Give life just a bigger hug,
Push away all your worries to another world.

Don't you shy away from the night,
Just turn on a light.
And it will be sunny side up,
For the darkness goes blushing away.

Oh is your brain full of thoughts?,
Just drain it down like a teapot.
Make a wish and shout out loud,
Share your happiness with the globe.

For I realise that this world is beautiful,
And I can make it wonderful,
Give life just a bigger hug,
Push away all your worries to another world.