The weather is not letting me sleep in peace, Humidity seems monsoon’s closest niece.
Last two days I am kept awake all night, And had to tolerate an absconded fight, With the humidity that prevails till now, I have to unwillingly bend and bow, To this stone hearted humidity, That deprives me of life’s most necessity.
Oh!Have mercy on my tired soul, Stop warming me like wood charcoal, Sleep’s the best thing I love to do, But you treat me ill without clue, Draining the last part of energy left, It’s been two nights I haven’t slept.
What harm did I ever commit to you Lord? That today you treat me with this reward?
I am a college student with enormous energy to talk and act. I was in class three when I first wrote a story although it lacked traces of reality. It consisted of my imagination and rhymes. My parents were oblivious to the fact that I can write poems and stories, as I am a very secretive person. It was during my 12th standard examination when one of the invigilators found me of my scribbling on my question paper, a piece pertaining to the incidents of the Examination Hall. Since it consisted of blatant, ugly truths of the prevailing scenario of the Hall, I was reported to the Principal and my parents were summoned. That was how for the first time my parents came to know that I have a knack towards writing. I was censured, but simultaneously the externals did pat my back. And that's where I was propagated to take my writing seriously. It was my seat of Inception to Revelation of my Being through poems. It was an inexpressible feeling where I was chided as well as praised by my Principal Sir. This is why I kept on writing what ever popped up in my mind and penned down my thoughts about my family, nature, parents, feelings and even animals. I am not a poet by birth but I am a poet by situation. I love to write poems as they are my best means of expression and my pen is my best comrade.
Stay in your cradle, dear baby, Never come out of it, It’s the heaven for you, Know it is always true. Like a little angel you are smiling and playing in its lap with frolicsome attitude, Your rosy cheeks are
Within the imagination I am content to live This is my stay I see how plenty, how ever-expanding it is The ‘All’ a rich array Of ever-rotating colors with which to paint And never fade away This is my stay