My poetry collection

I look up to those beautiful eyes gleaming towards me, Those are the eyes that carry the dreams to be, be a bird flying high in the skies, and free... if you ask me, he is that bird already, but he won't believe me For those eyes thirst for more as the days sweep, Those gray eyes look back at me, Who says gray is dull? His eyes shine brighter than one you will ever see but not even they know who they meet, for i am mere dust in the world he looks at- with such a gleam Having no idea that he is the one I want to be A bird thirsting for more, knowing exactly where to be, Yes, he is the one i want to be...

    I saw a sky lalten float high above than i Flying through the soft wind, has not a care when it is gonna die Being so high in the sky, a height to reach where most of us die Is this how success feels, without cry But the lalten does cry...for flying that above in the sky it burns itself till it dies. The fire which gave it the flight becomes its death in the lone sky Knowledge of his end doesn't take away the scene of the pretty world he sees from the hig*-h sky. If with such a short life he just enjoys his flight, why do we humans with such a long life cry wondering when we are gonna die? What use in worrying for a flight which will be the death of you and I Why wonder if you will be able to get that high if you can't enjoy the simple pleasure of life, leave alone the painful flight... If burning in the flight is your life like that lalten, if that no doubt the most extraordinary view is the only thing that will give you joy- then run Run to pace up and take that flight B...

Sitting alone gives me weird thoughts Alone in the house, standing infront of the busy lives, among the most beautiful life and lights I wonder why my heart tries too hard to absorb the sight With series of strange thoughts, tears drop down my face just like the lovely sky drops to give glimpse of the heavenly starts in the sky Behind the tears hides a lots of smiles and a strange cry... Simple reason of this desperateness and the strange cry given me a sudden smile Am i growing up or this is the affect of being alone with no one in sight Thinking about the future, thinking about life, thinking will i get more time like this, thinking about my soon to come flight When did simple moments like this start gving me grave thoughts about life? If this is maturity, it is so very strange Instead of thinking to complete my errands before the day ends, i stand longing to stay a little more in a place completely alone...? Strange indeed is the longing, stranger the constant thoughts drooling in m...

  That girl, standing where I am today, what did she say looking back That girl, where she stands today, what does she say looking back at me one day That girl is me, I am the girl Or at least I pray to be Still no one knows who is that girl for she is yet to come that day, Yet to look back one day, her soul drifting somewhere in a rainy day, back to her childhood where i stay... Does she still feel the strange feeling, the strange happiness, i feel today? Is she what she what she would say to become one day? But who am i to ask, when there is no one to say what there is to be said one day Rain pouring, wind rambling, what a pretty day! Can't help but wonder where she is today... Is she being gambled with the many girls i can be today? If she exists today, pray tell her to take pause for a brief moment and remember the day  cuz whoever she is that day is because of this day