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Roses are red...

Roses are red The sky is blue
Isn't it true, that skies turn red too
And boy, I tell you I once saw a rose blue
And swear I, such was its hue that left me amazed, the closer i grew
And I must tell you of the red sky I knew (it) looked like a satin in the sky someone sewed
Wonder fills one's eyes to see it, I'll give you this cue, no other colour makes it more beautiful, that much is true.

The Village-Town Girl - NaPoWriMo - #25

She was a girl of a small village town
a small town, with fields brown
But in the fields, there were other colours too
green and yellow yes, with ponds clean & blue

The houses were beautiful, and so were the folk
but there was a problem, hidden beneath a cloak

See in that town, there were no young men only ageing and old, except for the women
And women were there, mind you aplenty each home with daughters, less than a twenty
And just as the rest, this girl had no boy a friend hadn't even met one she, let alone do some time spend 
In all of seventeen years of her life, she never once thought she could be a wife
And spent her time she, hearding the sheep sitting by the stream, slipping into sleep
But one day, when she opened her eyes, she found a boy standing near, to her surprise
And asked him who he is, and whence he come, so he said he was travelling, as it was autumn
Travelling where, the maiden wanted to know
why, to here my dear lady, it is a village, no?

I am not a lady mister, a lady is my mo…

The World Outside - NaPoWriMo - #23

Mommy, is it true?

Tell me, is it true that outside,
there is a place where, water flows freely on the rocks,
and it flows and it flows and it flows, it never stops;
tell me, is that true?

Yes dear son, my baby,
it is true; but that place is in heaven, it is not here,
here is only the small tanks, which you see; you see,
the water is very costly, only so much for you and me

But tell me mommy, does my friend lie?
Omar, my friend, who lives three containers away;
he says, there is a place outside, where so many trees stand, 
that you cannot see the sun; he says, it is called a forest

Yes love of my life,
there is that place, but not in this world dear child;
he must be, talking about the heaven again, where lie
hundreds of fruity trees, for you all waiting in line

No!! But he says it is here, in our world,
and he says there are so many animals, on the ground
and even in water, all outside the wall; tell me mommy,
how can anyone live in water? don't they ever die?

Oh no no, you get it wro...

Wait but momm…

Desert - NaPoWriMo - #22

The sun climbs up quite early hereFor it has no mountains to mount,
no buildings to shine through
not even trees to filter from

The wind comes charging with might
making a scandal with land breaking it apart into tiny pieces,  carrying it along, changing its face
The rain comes too, sometimes, seldom, does it quench the thirst a thirst of thousands of years, a thirst that remains, much before it has gone
Nothing lives long here; nothing, of colour can walk and retain that beauty for long unless you are a cacti and have thorns it's as simple as you dry, you die and get born
You will find spirits here though, spirits of old age; the ones who survive, along with the crawlers of the sand, the ones who know the place and call it their own land

Happy Beginnings - NaPoWriMo - #12

There are days when you, think of the wonderful past
those beautiful memories, which will forever last

Meeting new people who have, come to be your lifelong friends
visiting exciting places with them, and trying out blogging trends

Discovering a writer in yourself, writing to make laugh and cry
feeling up n above the clouds, thinking why didn't you earlier try

Experiencing the innocence of thoughts, filling your heart with joy
reading those posts by your friend, you so wait for, adore and enjoy

The excitement you feel when you, see how similar you both think
how relatable everything is, you, might as well simultaneously blink

You share anything you find of interest, and eagerly wait to discuss
and you talk of many other things, which to you are surely precious

You laugh and you cry with them, share your wrongs and your rights
and you don't even notice when, you start talking whole nights

Then time comes when you, finish each other's sentences with full grin 
you notice what you've be…

The Abandoned Pool - NaPoWriMo - #5

There is a swimming pool where I stay
I haven't seen anybody swim in it or play

There is no water there inside of it,
only dust and more dust and a mattress or two

Those mattresses, I don't know how they came to be
Maybe they were under pressure, wanted to be free

There's clearly a pair of denim there, and a cluster of leaves
maybe, finding clothes in the pool, is not of their pet peeves

'Their' you ask, who is 'their'?
obviously the 'others', love, isn't it clear?

The others, who stay at the same place I do,
maybe for them, it's totally cool to let it stew

Anyway, not unlike the pool, the fence is a bit rusting,
but I don't see why it won't do with a little dusting

Maybe it's time, the pool would use a hand or four,
to shine it up, and let the water soar

The Country Life - NaPoWriMo - #4

Have you lived in the country, brother
you go forth and try it sometime

The days break early there, 
with the fresh dew glistening atop

You can find some ponds still clean,
where the sun makes the water gleam

The alleyways feel soft and spongy, 
like a kneaded dough in brown

The nights show you what black is, and
you can catch the tiniest tinkles in the sky

And when it rains, oh, and when it rains
there is only wonder in your eyes

How the colours come out of those boring things
and how everything comes so alive

You hear the songs of the birds and
quiet happiness of your friends in the farm

You smell the heavens on earth, 
and feel your heart sing along

The life is simple there, dear brother
and the afternoons are long

You will want to sit under a tree, once in a while
and introspect on this life

Who knows, you might become a poet even
and move there with your wife

Advice to Her - NaPoWriMo - #3

Dear Princess
This world is unequal it is divided into two
And that, you must know
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If I tell you that a birdie, can fly much better than we You can say, sure yes daddy, but can it run faster than me?
And if I say you’re small, like a ball of softest wool and the sky is much more higher, that can measure any tool
That the unicorn is much whiter, than anything ever made for it lives in wonder wonderland, unlike anything ever made
You can accept those things, and still be happy my dear  for they only are a wonder, and you have nothing to fear
But if I say ever, that you cannot just fly or cannot just go out there, because you’re too shy
And if I say ever, that your dreams are too big, that the world is too scary, too ‘real’ for a girl
That you cannot build your own way, like a boy might make his own
Or that person that you so much like to, but can never be your joy
Then you tell me, oh dear daddy, the world is sure disparate but I’m as good as any boy, and I can make my choice
For you brought…

This Kind of Poem - NaPoWriMo - #2

A poem, I was told, had to rhyme, it should
ring like a wind-blown chime, it should

When the words, take space on the sheet, they must
also mean, something, indiscreet, they must

And the laughs should be high,
like the limit of the sky

And the love and the pain,
in your loss, or in gain

Must be seen through your heart
like the colour shades in an art

For the emotions must reign, in 
the expression of a sight plain

And only then, you have a song , you do
feel proud, to have it sung, you do