Thousand colours...

Dreams are of thousand colours.
Sundry thoughts give me feathers.

When I take wing to the garden of heaven...

I wish to live always in the season
where the weather is just awesome
The fragrance of flowers is like a peer
with whom I want to play forever

When I fly above the earth in the sky...

In the softness of the cloud
I walk all over with no crowd.
The sheen of stars dazzle
I feel like a diamond tinkle.

I often take a flight to a new world
where there’s no person and soul.

A small poem about me

Only few knows the meaning of my name,
I am twenty two year old but still no fame.

I am a precious diamond not a star,
I dazzle in the sky above far
Like million others I shine
My sheen still is still not divine.

Writing’s my not my cup of tea,
Everyone said, it’s a gift from thee.
Not all’s blessed with the quality
It’s an art of novelty and originality.

But I was different, I wanted to fly
With the wings of imagination above high
I am not a bird, superwoman I know
To everyone some day I’ll show.

There’s nothing that I can’t do
The world is mine I knew
Letters will sing with no voice,
The words will dance in full rejoice.

May god bless me with fluke
One day I shall get a rank of duke
All is about the attitude and think
With eyes open, close or blink

I like the letters, words, paper and pen,
After all it’s my place and my haven