Black swan

The sun is falling and it lies in blood The moon is weaving bandages of gold Old black swan where oh where is my lover now Where oh where is my lover now Torn and tattered is my bridal gown and my lamp is lost With silver needles and with silver threads The stars stitch…

LOVE

Everyone says that love hurts, but that’s not true.loneliness hurts.Rejections hurts. Losing someone hurts.Everyone confuse these things with Love, but in realty,LOVE is only thing in the world that covers up all the pain and makes us feel wonderful again.

Hindu women s forever Queen

Hindu women is Richest women in the world who is wearing in everyday life much Gold and expensive Indian dresses

The life I want

I want to live my life without stress and worries, I don’t need to be rich and famous, I just want be happy forever.

The Squirrel

I wanted to write about a squished squirrel I saw on the road near my house last week. You can’t write a poem about a squished squirrel, my teacher said to me. I mean, you just can’t do it. Pick a sunrise or an eagle or a dolphin, he suggested. Pick something noble to lift…

The Crow

Where do crows fly, when their looking for a place to die Up to catch one final glimpse, from some place way up high Crows no where the dead are buried, Ca Ca a mournful sound Dressed in black, like natures preacher crowing at the ground Where do dolphins go, when they need some place…

The Sparrow

Glad to see you, little bird; ‘Twas your little chirp I heard: What did you intend to say? “Give me something this cold day”? That I will, and plenty, too; All the crumbs I saved for you. Don’t be frightened–here’s a treat: I will wait and see you eat. Shocking tales I hear of you;…

PIGEONS

What do pigeons do? They billow and they coo. What do pigeons know as they sit in a row? Not much, I think that’s fair But pigeons can fly in the air. And when pigeons want to rest they billow and coo on a nest. Tucked in under their pigeon legs, they can hatch more…

The Swan

Stately swan, so proud and white Glistening in the morning light, Come and tell me is it true That a snow-white swan like you, Guided by bright golden chains In his beak for bridle reins, Once upon a time from far Fabled lands where fairies are Brought a magic boat wherein Rode the brave knight…