Sunday 20 July 2014

Rain


The thick grey clouds
looked like bubbles
of hope in the sky
to the creatures
of the world
who detests the heat.

The thunder rumbled
and lightning struck
from the top
where the almighty played his game

The cold wind blew
bringing with it,
the sense of exuberance
of beginning of good things

Tiny little rain drops
fall on the ground
making tiny spots everywhere
while the fauna lit bright
at the touch of the water

The monsoon has come
marking the end
of the summertime sadness
Seasons change
bringing with them
new changes in life

Friday 11 July 2014

If I was super rich

If I was super rich,
I could fly to places
with my private jet.
Filling my eyes
with the evening lights
and mesmerizing nights of Paris
While waking up to the sunrise
and watching the great
Statue of Liberty in New York

If I was super rich
I could drive an Audi
with peering eyes and jealous stares
on the plain roads of Azbekistan
and the narrow paths of China

If I was super rich
I would build houses like palaces
with big and lavish rooms
and a huge library
filled with books
It would have gardens
and sparkling fountains

If I was super rich
I could buy clothes
of brands that I always dreamt of
The colours of rainbow
Would fill my wardrobe
Gowns made by Vera wang
Would be my precious attire

If I was super rich
I would don precious stones
every single day
Diamonds from solitaire
Would be my best friend

If I was super rich
I would be founder
of multimillion company
where I would make
important decisions
and not care about
few losses of money

If I was super rich
I could buy anything I want
I would dine in fantasy resturants
And love? I would get it all
They say money can buy everything
Why not love?

If I was super rich
I could have toy boys
showering love in exchange
of high class lifestyle

If I was super rich,
will it able to transform
 my lonely heart
into happy one?
Will it buy a person
who could paint
my life with colours

They say money can buy anything
but not love,
Love comes within heart
It's beyond diamonds
Or the Vera Wang gowns
Or anything that money can buy

Farmer’s pride

The farmer stares, At open skies, Hopelessly searching, For fluffy thick clouds. To his dismay, The sky is blue, The sun is out, Shining sha...