The White Chair In The Balcony...!!!

Is it a sailboard in the treacherous sea ?

Or is it a prolific fern in the sandy span ?

Is it a locale in the cage where freedom rests ?

Or is it a court for resolute reforms ?

It is the rhythm to my musical emotions,

A third eye to my every decision,

The white serenity captures my soul,

When my thought process intense like a burning coal,

My vision is obstructed by an opposite wall that divides,

Traumatized when I sit the chair smiles,

Matching my footprints it take a stride,

Perplexed I am when in the corner there is a dim light,

Comforting cradle alchemize a jail,

Where you arrive guilty and get a bail,

There are times when you shook down and fail,

It says go on a different path and leave a trail,

If you are ready for an audacious journey,

Go and occupy The White Chair In The Balcony !!!

Coz She Is A Girl...!!!

She has the power to dream,

Her thought process is extreme,

Crafted as a beautiful pearl,

Coz she is a GIRL.....

Hardships, sorrows, pain approach,

But life doesn't know that she is the coach,

She conquers every problem with a flip of her hair,

To her galvanic personality my eyes stare,

Her corking smile holds the world,

Coz she is a GIRL......

Her serene face will illuminate your soul,

To admire her insights she takes this toll,

Her smiling curve gives away the bail,

Giving the strength when someone fails,

Emotions perch on her like a whirl,

Coz she is a GIRL...

Her footsteps imprints every heart,

She will drive you to success in her cart,

It'll be an offence if you miss out her eyes,

The sole spot where the Truth lies,

Having her gives your life a birl,

Coz she is a GIRL....

 

You are lucky enough if you take birth as a GIRL....

As in every era there will be a man writing Coz she is a GIRL....!!!!!

The Last Beginning...!!!

With the torment soul and a shattered will,

Through the scorching eyes and a sluggish smile,

Having just faded dreams to settle the bill,

My solitary heart adjured to walk another mile,

To the rusty course where pains approach,

Where fidelity is puzzled by the friendly foes,

Stained by the reality helpless is the coach,

Load of restless journey is what my footsteps toes,

Tackling the trauma my vision retaliates,

To rewrite the history the zeal gathers,

Vigorous emotions impel me to be one of the greats,

To wear the crown I reach to the feathers,

No victory teaches to rehabilitate the pains,

Its the Last Beginning in which one gains...