Kite

Swaying
gently,
Tugging
hard.

SS # 39: Change

A crisp note
flung away.
Floating gently,
rests on the ground.
I see his face.
Tears
Spring to my eyes.
I
who has not cried once,
crying over a damn picture.

Years pass by.
Snow,
Heat,
Flowers,
Colours,
A new moon every month.
My hair is now grey.
How I used to despite that colour!
Learned to accept my life--
without him.

Ring Ring!
Hello?
Hi,
this is Jake Harrison.
Can I talk to Dolly?
I gasp.
Twenty years...
and now...!

I'm sorry,
Mr Harrison.
She had a heart attack.

Say Smile

Say smile
And I picture a light.
Say frown
And it turns to a crow.

Say angel
And I picture a watcher.
Say devil
And it turns to a tempter.

Just Thoughts that Crossed My Mind

Say smile
And I picture a light.
Say frown
And it turns to a crow.

Say angel
And I picture a watcher.
Say devil
And it turns to a tempter.

I Can See Through that Smile

A smile is plastered on your young face
Your eyes are closed
But inside are a mourning eyes-hazel.
Nobody knew better than I what you had to face.
But cheer up, young soul
For people are here
In black robes-how you hated that colour!
I can see through that smile.
I can see you weeping by your bed-
maybe you don't know-
Only I remember.
Your head bent
to a God you don't believe in.
On your knees
for a God you don't love.
How sad your life passed!
How sweet a face you had!
Hypnotising everyone in a a hand's distance.
But I can see through your smile.

Guilt

Guilt tugged at his heart.
Like his son
When he wanted to be heard.
Eyes watched
Glinting
Like specks of silver.
Phone on the table
was like an eye-magnet.
Anybody could call,
Realization struck him
Like a lightning bolt.
He jolted up.
Damn conscience!
he whispered.
Blood-stained knife in his hand,
And looked around him
For the last time.

I'm Alive

Trapped.
In the eyes of a tiger,
Fears
reflect my soul.
Run.
Can I ever stop?
Arabian steed
galloping away.
Breath,
So loud in silence,
Music,
I'm alive.
Blood.
Staining my shirt
Understand
I'm alive.
Stars,
Like heavenly guidance,
Shine
the way back home.

My Journal

Hidden on my shelf.
Away from all the thieves
Stealing my hoard of
Thoughts and dreams.

A cry for peace.
A dance with fairies.
A journey to the moon.
A road to death.

Realities seem far.
Distant in my mind.
Float on a cloud of imagination,
Sing my hopes out loud.

Just Children of the Soil

Just children of the soil.
Worse than animals.
Worse than any creation.
So why do we stick our noses high?
Wandering away from the true path
Listening to the devil's whisper.
We are no more than mud-children
So why are we prentending to be gems?
In our false glittering jewels
We think our lives are complete
But have we gone to pray?
Have we listened to the wind whistling?
Heard the sea thrashing?
Seen the gulls flying?
Explored the world?
For then, and only then
Will you feel humble.

Sprouting Out

We are all just plants
Our stems sprouting out of the ground
But our roots, deep and flourishing.

Need the God's light to grow
And his sprinkler, divine.
A place to stay while we're still alive
Is all that we ask for.

Don't need no trinkets
Or ornaments
Under the Supreme One's law
We will all grow and die.

Time is short
Don't waste it, y'all.
In a blink of an eye
It'll be gone.

Pray, and pray again
To the Lord, and
God alone.
He can make miracles can happen.

Why-oh-Why?

Why-oh-why did you have to go?
Why-oh-why did you leave me?
Alone in this world
I search hopelessly for love.
Eyes wandering, breaking the
chain of hands held tight
by that couple near-by.

Why-oh-why did you have to go?
Why-oh-why did you leave me?
Heart beating fast,
See some birds courting.
Puffs his chest out;
a boaster in his wanting
for his love.

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird singswith fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for stil
land his tune is heard
on the distant hillfor the caged bird
sings of freedom.

Maya Angelou

more poems by her are here

Sounds of Nature

Shhh!
Quiet!
Listen!
Coo-coo!
caws the bird.
Crickle.
whispers the leaf.
Glub, glub.
breaths the stream.
Soooo!
sighs the wind.
And in the midst of it all,
a fairy laughs.

What will the Future Bring?

Today's generation's eyes see everything-from the Simpsons to Johny Bravo-things that they shouldn't see. Seeing half-naked women and hearing awful words, some that even I won't say. And today's generation is the future. So what will the future bring?
Sure, most people say, "We're so advanced now, everyone will be so smart..." But what about the majority? Either they don't have education at all (not their fault), or they waste away their lives joking around in school. Man, high-school drop-outs are going up, and educated people are going down. Then you might hear someone say, "Yeah, but the educated people are REALLY smart! They'll make up for all of us." You can't depend on a few hundred people to keep the world spinning.
Maybe the answer are aliens. Out of nowhere, aliens will invade us and then decide to save our dying world. Right. Please, tell me when that happens. Right now, I feel like doing something useful.
Couch potatoes are THE worst. You know what? The TV is the worst thing that ever happened. Nobody watches awesome channels, like National Geographic or Discovery Science, and anyone can change to a bad channel. Just a click away. And even the kids shows are being infected. Have you ever watched Cartoon Network with your kid?
Just watch the TV for a minute. Watch all the exploding and wars and disrespect. And then look at your child's face glued to the TV. Influential.
So please, if you have any children, do the world a favour, and DON'T BUY A TV!!!

(PS: Have a different opinion? Please post a comment!!!)

Child's Eyes

The child's eyes are unforgiving,
See what no ther eyes can see.
See the world through a different air.
See how the grown-ups ignore each other
And how they are tired all the time.
See child's father going out with strange woman,
Mother's waiting at home.
See how he hurt her, how she acts
Like she doesn't care.
Thinks that forgiveness is endless
Like it should be.
Sees the mistakes magnified
And the blessings quadrupled
And the deeds; infinity
And realises that
The world is a cruel place.

Butterfly

Delicate wings
Brush against my hand
and breezy.
Body curves away
In a maze.
Eyes on each side
White speck in the middle.
Naturally elegant
and beautiful.

Who taught the butterfly
to fly so daintily?
God's enchanting colours
and His Hand in the arts
Remanin unchallenged.

Cotton Candy

Soft, fluffy, scrumptiously satisfying
Bubble pink sugar melting in mouth.
Sticky fingers I lick,
Layered with cotton delight.

Bubble

A kaleidoscope of
Swirling fantasies
Red, yellow, blue, purple
Dreams floating in the air
Blowing in the breeze
With my heart, it's
Gone with the wind.

by mystical moon

Sunday Scribblings Prompt: Hero

A boy onced asked me,
"Who is the best hero of all?"
I pondered thoughtfully
...
"Helen Keller was good,
Firemen work hard,
But I think that the best heroes of all are...
Mothers."

What makes a hero? I'm not sure. Many qualities are needed. Some people say love, others say patience, others hope and others just say devotion. Me, I think that heroes are people who sacrifice a bit of their time to do something good for others. A hero doesn't care what other people say, he just believes in himself. Obstacles are not a necessity, for when someone goes to feed a starving cat, where is the obstacle? However, no matter how many obstacles he has to face, or how many paths he has to take, a hero should always be proud to help.
People's ideas of a hero are mixed up with watching TV, reading comics, etc. But everyone has the same basic idea: a hero helps.

I saw a girl outside once. She was a beggar and dressed in rags. Another little girl saw the beggar-girl but didn't have any money with her. She stopped and pondered for a minute, then went to the the beggar and said sweetly, smiling, "You have such pretty eyes." And you know what? The beggar-girl hugged her! And I think that girl shone with happiness: she had helped someone. To the beggar-girl, that little girl in her blue dress was a heroine.

Miracles

Miracles are wonderful, amazing things. They come when we least expect them and need them the most. They can change a life forever; for better or for worse. They are like a flower: you cannot make them bloom, you have to wait before you see the nectar inside. Patience will make them stronger and even more beautiful to see. Everyone has experienced a miracle, major or minor. If you wake up you have a been blessed with a miracle. So wait, in time, you will experience a major miracle.