My ultimate desire

Will I make it to that place?
where there’s only solace
love and kindness is its talk
at every feet beauty is in walk.

I wish to go to paradise
and live in the lovely skies
but I have to struggle to be one
of those who’s true and noble.

Countless people are in race
I’ve to increase my pace
only good ones will make it
I’ve to prove my work and wit

Now becoming virtuous is what I aspire
and to go to heaven is my ultimate desire.

Not all fantasies are factual

Like birds, we let our dreams into space
but at times things don’t fall in place.
We’re left thinking, as reality bites
and the breakdown we cannot hide.

To ourselves we start asking questions
we’re hurt and flow in emotions.
Why is that untrue and didn’t happen
we think and wonder long for a reason.

But every day we dream and wish it’s true
akin to kites we throw them in sky to flew.
Truth is that not all fantasies are factual
and only the genuine ones get fulfill.

It was a fancy

Roads to dreams undo
I walk down to look into.
Where no person’s around
only isolation and no sound.

I wished to know the place
because of it’s coziness and solace .
But nothing seems vivid
I try to see and notice.

Everywhere there’s a mist
and snow with no heat.
I loved the whole thing
as all’s magical and interesting.

Never had I wished to come back
and wanted everything to hold back.
Soon there was a noise I woke up
and realized, it was a fancy I sum up.

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