Life's all about play

In the cradle I made hay
as a child I felt gay
grown with little toys
and dolls I must say

Soon became a teen
an uneasy and mean
everyone made an opine
that I am egoistic and unkind

Never thought of growing
still like a kid playing
day and night I was thinking
for a solution I was searching

An inner voice I heard
got panic instantly and shunned
but it continued to tell me
life’s all about play and gives in

I tried to start the game
soon I realized I am not same
I began enjoying the fame
as of now I had my own name

I was sprouting and its adolescence
I understood the state of flux
this is what life’s I thought
and never shall I give my crib off.

I am just another......

Sometimes I look bright
Sometimes I don’t
I am just another brainless.

Sometimes I do well
Sometimes I don’t
I am just another faulty being.

Sometimes I am virtuous
Sometimes I am not
I am just another vicious.

Sometimes I am naughty
Sometimes I am not
I am just another good person.

Sometimes I get recognized
Sometimes I don’t
I am just another unfamiliar name.

Sometimes I shine
Sometimes I don’t
I am just another star in the sky.

Mere illusions and no true...

Dreams are mere illusions and no true
this is what I heard from babyhood
But never could I understand
Why fantasies arise out of mind?

If I could see something
It’s what I try to think
If I can really dream it
I think I can achieve it.

I don’t want somebody to awake
as I am trying to make my name
These dreams are true I know
one day I’ll make it and show.

If you want......

If you want, you can create yourself
If you want, you can make your own self

I know there’s something call fate
But I tell you, it’s never too late
If you see, there’s always time
If you can take out and say it’s mine

Listen to every beat of your heart
Do a thing which makes you apart
Try to show people you’re there
Spread your name everywhere.

People say that sky is the limit
make fame and show your merit
There’s nothing in the world
which can stop you and hold?

And if you have the burning passion
you’re living a life of motivation
Keep walking until you reach somewhere
don't stop in between and anywhere.

If you really want you can show everyone
That you’re the best, not less than anyone.

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