I can do it

I can do it.
I say I admit.
Impossible is not my word
and difficult is not my world.

I dream the not possible
I believe everything is viable.

I can do it.
I say I admit.
Not possible is not my word
and trouble-free is my world.

My words describes me

My words describes me wholly
as I write my essence and mind openly.

I don’t have a reason to write.
What I pen is my way of sight.
How I see life and world.
What I feel in my soul.

I am my own critic
I don’t need any public.
But feedbacks are welcome
as I take it as income.

If some body likes it
it will be bonus and wit.
Because I truly write for myself
and it helps me to accept self.

Remember, forget, forgive....

We don’t remember days,
we remember moments

We don’t remember names,
we remember faces.

We don’t remember meetings,
we remember words

We don’t remember places,
we remember memories.

We don’t remember dreams,
we remember images.

We don’t remember triumph,
we remember failure.

We don’t remember friends,
we remember foes.

We don’t remember happiness,
we remember agony.

We don’t remember blessings,
we remember prayers

But God remembers every human,
we forget but he forgives.

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