My Creative Hat

I am holding a hat where ideas are filled
I am holding a book where my figures speak
I am holding a pen where it makes me to run

I draw with imaginations in my stage of ground
I give life to it and express around the colors
I move around to find out a letter with wings
Which makes me to think what I should?

I love to draw and love to be with drawing
I love to get things all around and be with it
I love to collect and make it all in joy
I love to be with colors so as to make colorful

My life is full of threads which connects all the heads
I create it around the heads and surround it with life
I reach to everyone’s mind and explore it with thoughts
I play with lights and hang up on like a bulb
I will never end up with a how and makes it a bow
I design all up the days and
Still moves around with my hat.

Journey through out and in

On a day through garden in my rolling my chair
I was thinking back towards to my child hood
My child hood I loved
I was loved and cared as a kid
Mother use to run around for me
Played and was taught lessons for me
Sun raised and moons smiled at me

Grew up as a boy with a small mustache 
As tiny like a rat tail underneath my nose
Surrounded with girls and friends
Life was a party for me and I enjoyed

As seasons changed life turns around to 18
Gates were opened at me with warm welcome
I learn to love but not to hate
I learn to help but not to cheat
I learn to protests but not to disappear
But now I cannot even get away from my chair

Life moves around with happiness and sorrows
Sorrows never came near me
Threatening never ruled me
Fear never chased me
But now I cannot even get away from my chair

Wish to end up with rolling my life in chairs and wheels
Missing all my friends and family
My love she as passed away
Life is nothing for me to love
I wish if I able to go back to my life
As child….

Golden Leaf and the witch


Ways down in town of Witch Street there was a Princess-Tree
Was elegant with flowers of lavender color  
Born up as kid with nature’s love
Hanging leaves in the gust with raising brushwood’s

Days passed away with dawn and moon
Witches in Witch Street were viewing with smile in brims.
She grew up above and above with her dreams
she raised her branches up to heaven with love

As she grew one of her gust was in golden color
she didn’t highly distinct it.
Days and seasons changed with fear
She was wondering why I am alone in this witch street

She noticed a yellow maple with hats hanging on brushwood’s
she twinkled with her eyes and welcomed yellow maple
Along with the days as friends they fall in love
Romance was born and resulted with sign for love

They named her as red maple with love
Red maple even had a golden leaf even hangs on her gust
on the lights of dusk she was playing with her mother

Witches came near by and was going to pluck the
Golden leafs on Princess, but
Hands of witch plucked out red maple’s leaf
Storms lighted up, gust moved around with fire

Princess hold her into her hands and closed her eyes
But red maple turned into red woods and disappeared
Princess cried loudly and raised her brushwood’s
and she torn witch into pieces and thrown

Up above the clouds the witch shattered around
Princess cried out of heart at loud with tears
and screamed for her little heart
Yellow maple hugged Princess  and said


Our red maple won’t come back
And though we should leave this world
My red maple……. they cried loud
With falling  leaves and dried  tears
They  died out  with lasting love.

But still why me……

Why my tears are not ending
Why my fears are not giving up
Why my lights are shutting off
All are together with joy
And holding there dear ones
With them for a love
But still………
Why me alone with out these all

Do this world needs me
Do these souls leave me?
Does my love leave me?
As I am alone I am afraid
Do the people change as seasons changes?
Do the season change as month changes
Do the month change as day’s changes
So as the days change as time changes
But still……
Why me alone with out a path to move on

Should I scream all around?
With all my sorrows to be ended  
With me only for ever and ever
And all I know is to be silent
In all meaning still I am alone.

A feather story in orange country

Filled with colors and crowd all around the street 
Waving her exquisite long flared skirt with floral pattern
Holding books and her long strap bag with colors of pink
Walking towards the down street for a sip of cup

Having a sip of coffee she viewed around the street
Her eye found different characters with no colors  
With silent breath she started her day for time
For finding something to remember

On her way she noticed the flying feathers in the gust
She stepped slowly to find the source of feathers
With anxious in mind she found a birdie with tears
and went near to birdie

Seeing her, birdie went to her and said take it, it’s yours
She wondered why this says to me like this
She asked why? Why should I have this?
What should I do with this?

With pain from heart, birdie said
We have rights to live and survive as our wish
We have rights to have family to care and love
We have life to fly around the world and
Nothing more but least we have freedom
Than all humans around

But still we are killed without mercy day by day
Birdie asked if you were us, do you kill your love
The girl cried from her heart and said we love you
as our family 
Giving a kiss to her, the birdie was taken to death


Note: Avoid killing animals










A DEBT

Lights are shutting out in the way of darkness
Ways are moving away from the land marks
Why you pointed out me?
The distances are not closer either
Wave length always move in the breeze
Why do you follow me?
Climbing all the way for the hill side 
Sticking all around for a shelter
Why did you scream all around the snow?
Making all dough for the late night
Heating up all the woods in between
Where did you go without saying?
I searched you all around with fire
But none saw your face I noticed
Who where you?
Today is winter another change in season
But after all seasons I didn’t able to see you
I expect a following, a screaming
But now it is time to sit quite,
For me to believe that you was my kid
Once I was forced to destroy and run backed
Miles and miles.