Sometimes I wonder why !

January 23, 2017 at 12:10 pm | Posted in Poem | Leave a comment

Sometimes I wonder why!
Why do roses grow with thorns,
Why do skys show shades of dark,
Why do birds who touch the sky ,
come to ground to feed them why ?
Sometimes I wonder why !

Some times I wonder why !
Why does moon has a scar,
Why does peacock has feet like that,
Why do you sweat most,
on days that are bright,
Sometimes I wonder why !

Life and death are sides of coin,
Beauty and grace may not be friends,
The things that look perfect are sometimes not,
Hearts have scars that ache and pain,
Smiles do hide them, in several ways,
Sometimes I wonder why!

P.S : This is random work of fiction, all is good in my personal life.

Also , I started my baking tryst in 2016, baby steps though.

Wonder!

April 23, 2010 at 12:10 pm | Posted in Poem, Sunday scribbling | 18 Comments

Your little hands that curl up my fingers,
Your tiny feet which tickle with a tap,
Your bright smile with tinkle in your eyes,
My heart melts with your kisses wet,
Your non stop chatter , with curious what and why,
Your ways to need me , to hug me and to snuggle,
The things that you do and the child that are YOU,
All make me wonder , if this is true!!
My little wonder, I love you !!

P.S :My submission here.

Time Flies!

March 17, 2009 at 5:33 pm | Posted in Poem, Sunday scribbling | 8 Comments

Then I was what HE is now,
and then SHE was, what I am now.

I was careless and sometimes naughty,
And I used to cry over things very petty.

SHE was patient and sometimes angry,
But I knew she would forgive, before sun sets.

Then I was what HE is now ,
and SHE was , what I am now.

HE is my child and SHE is my mom !
Time just flies, before we know.

I know some day, HE will grow up and go
And I will wait like SHE does now,
To see him when his time allows.

** This is my contribution to Sunday Scribblings.

When I think of friends…

July 11, 2008 at 7:01 am | Posted in Mummy, Papa, Poem, Sunday scribbling | 19 Comments

When I think of friends,
And of the oldest
Can’t think beyond two, the best.

The ones who have seen me grow,
And have stood by me in the highs and lows,

The ones who have spent those sleep less nights,
To see smile all the while,

The ones whom I have let down a thousand times,
But who say I am wonderful and nice.

The ones whom I told my deepest fears,
And the ones whom I will think of when death is near,

Do I have to say , who are they ?
I think you know and so do they.

Thanks Mummy and Papa.

P.S : I saw oldest friend on Sunday scribblings. I thought of all my friends who have been with me for long. I thought my husband , who has been by my side for 3 years. But then when you say oldest , by age or by time ..no one else qualifies ๐Ÿ™‚

Thanks for bearing with my horribe poetry ๐Ÿ˜‰

Through the eyes of a child

August 17, 2007 at 12:05 pm | Posted in Poem | 1 Comment

Read this poem in Mad momma’s comment window and could not help recording and sharing this.

If I could see the world,
Through the eyes of a child.
What a wonderful world this would be.
There’d be no trouble and no strife,
Just a big happy life.With a bluebird in every tree.
(If I Could See The World Through)

I could see right, no wrong.
I could see good, no bad.
I could see all the good things,
In life I’ve never had.If I could see the world,
Through the eyes of a child.
What a wonderful world this would be.

If I could see the world,
Through the eyes of a child.
Smiling faces would greet me all the while.
Like a lovely work of art,
It would warm my weary heart,
Just to see through the eyes of a child.

I could see right, no wrong.
I could see good, no bad.
I could see all the good things,
In life I’ve never had.
If I could see the world,
Through the eyes of a child.
What a wonderful world this would be

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