To our very own princess

Althought the summers turned into autumn you'll be my cherished friend,

Autumn marks the cycles end hope our friendship shall distend,

This might be one of your birthdays together we might spend,

Even years later when you see this write it reminds you of me is what I intend.

 

My city of dreams faced its nightmare

As this city has quiet down,

with so many of this children off to sleep,

They have no expression on their face no smile nor frown,

But a feeling of disgrace lies deep.

Thier blood cries for their lives to return,

But all know its impossible what they yearn,

Their forever slumber will be peaceful we pray,

And we thank the men who saved the rest, a salute to them is what we declare.

Midnight Lady

I woke up in the same bed as last night,

The night had passed by, so had the red light,

I'm a normal person if you see me right,

But most of the time,you walk away like I'm some aweful sight.

Theres no title to this

These days I feel confused,

Some nutty thoughts have induced,

But whenever I feel this way my luck runs out,

And now everyones curious whats all this about.

I cant express what I want to say,

Its like a wintry november feels as hot as may,

But I know in the end nothings gonna happen,

Soon these thoughts and feelings are going to dampen,

My poems are gonna get that earlier seen sullen feel,

With deep, dark thoughts abysmal with no zeal.

Dedicated to Taare zamin par...

And I saw the child cry,

There seemed to be some hesitation, I couldn't tell why,

He seemed so  bright,

But didn't know wrong from right,

All attempts now had failed and he felt derailed,

Until someone came into his life and got him back on track,

Although the story was fictional but now the same child has trophies on his rack.