Archive for July, 2015

When I grow
I will be independent,
Self made and courageous.
I will dream big,
And rise from petty concerns.
I will work hard,
And control my destiny.

I will see through guile,
And make swift powerful moves.

Superman, spiderman, batman are all grown ups and brave;

For becoming young again, I will never crave….?

Advertisements

Scribble tells a story

Posted: July 15, 2015 in poem, poetry

A little less bend matters,
A broken flow knows.
A tilt shatters,
A pause waiting – floating in the eyes –
For a rush to complete…

A crossed boundary.
A whiff of air,
Soaked.

There is a meaning. There is a story.