Teenage

Today I’m going to the zoo
So I decided to dress all new
First I brushed my hair all neat
Brush, brush, brush till it was complete
Then I brushed my teeth all clean
Till my smile beamed
How should a lion’s teeth gleam?
I flattened out my new dress
So I didn’t make a mess
I absolutely must
Chomp down on my big breakfast
How does a crocodile eat?
I think this way
Because last May
I went to the zoo
And I decided to dress all new

Under the greeny shed,
When I made my bed,
The earth lap where I held my head,
Was when I saw those leaves shed.

Slightly-slightly, look they fell,
To visit where the grasses dwell.
Did they do anything, kind-a spell?
Or the moon glows them like a jewel?

I sat completely mute,
Air whistling like a flute,
Leaves dance, cheers the fruit,
Sharing their joy with root.

Look up! They form the hands of trees,
Waiting to catch the thief.
The thief who stole their ease,
And seized them with grief.

The one who spread the suggestion,
That cutting trees is fun,
This idea now must run,
Beause nature’s coming with gun.

Will it be the last sight of beauty?
If we don’t, nature will follow its duty.
Disease, disasters and calamity,
Be aware humans! Else it’s only and only tragedy.

Back before
When I was seven years old
I met a friend named Kaitlin
She was always there for me
No matter what
Even when there was trouble
Or when something happened

Have you ever wondered why Emotions can be Vague,
But can also be contagious and spread like the Plague!

Well,they are the feelings that
come from within…
If you have not experienced them much, then it’s the right time to begin!

It is the happiness you feel while playing with your friends
And it is also the sadness when your vacation ends!

What is that warmth you feel inside? Well that is called Trust..
Don’t forget that emotion as it is a must!

If you like this poem, then emotions are something you can explore…
As the search never ends, because there is always enough and more!!

The shadow monsters loom over
my body, a battered dandelion,
crumpled by colossal enclosure,
taunts shooting at my glass head.

Blazing glass turns to sweltering sand.
The grains scratch their rising heat,
between my irritated skull and
the lava laden linen.

Through my eyes, salty sleep leaks,
lost to the darkness of night,
staining my crimson cheeks
with white waterfalls of tiredness.

My agitated spine of sticks
will not release the sun.
A tightened sleeve of flesh grips
to my cluttered, quivering bones.

The vast sea tosses my limbs
as they flounder recklessly
searching for the stolen wings,
only to drown in the water.

Hundreds of galloping horses
race to the shallow graves of my mind,
forever lying as corpses
in the depths of the endless nights.

What is colour if not our eyes
What is truth if not our lies
Colour flies but colour dries
Colour deserts our cries
Reminds us of of good times and ties
Like a misty rainbow in cloud-dabbed sky
Colour leaves us when we die.

The one time when death
Is the prettiest sight
The brown
Crunch

Pulls my heart like a
Rubber band. The Yellow
And red
Crunch.

The one time when death
Looks like the front
Of a
Book.

The one time when death
Does not involve the
Tears of
Anyone

Except for Mother.
She cries.

On a certain cold
And rainy day
In the streets of far, far away
On the sidewalk
There was a baby bear
People passed by
And didn’t even care
He kept crying on and on
They all ignored him
And just moved on

His paw was bleeding,
Not a person would help
He was lonely and damp
Dread was all he felt

But suddenly
In the Bear’s despair
Appeared a little girl
With a face so fair,
Lifted the bear
And took him home,
Now he was no longer
Forever alone
She bathed him and fed him
And gave him a hug,
Gave him a kiss
While he slept on the rug

The girl’s unconditional love and care
Reminded the cub of mother bear
His paw now healed and so was his heart
The bear was now supposed to depart

But the bear and girl
Were now best friends
Their love for each other
Had no end,
In a world that once
Seemed so cold,
The baby bear now
Had a love to hold
In this tale that started
From a dirty rain-soaked place
Now ends with a bond
of warmth, love and grace

I want to get on Google again
So I’m doodling while
Eating a noodle

I’m desperate
and feeling separate

Allow it
foul it

I made it rhyme.
so I’m eating a lime.

So put me on Google after my muscles rustled.

Consistently flowing in a stream like stone
Without having my own destination,
Is not who I am.
Accumulating myself in a delta,
Instead of transforming in an enormous rock,
Is not who I am.
Being a part of throng,
Running before people,
Is not who I am.
Working in a 9 to 5 job,
Not approaching my desires,
Is not who I am.
But reaching my destination with valour,
Forming the biggest rock,
Being a leader ,
And accomplishing my desires,
Is who I am.
The world gives us various chances,
But it depends on us whether we achieve it,
Or ignore it.