Old Poems Collections

Turn The Table

With every morning ray,

arrives a brand-new day.

 

The hopes are now floating,

the dreams, beckoning.

 

Just stride with the flow, 

and set yourself for any blow.

 

As you decide to take a gamble,

Make sure you turn the table.

Layers

Thoughts travel,

at the speed of light.

 

Still, we think,

life’s standstill.

 

It’s a mystery,

which we often try to uncover.

 

But in the process,

the thoughts get more & more layers.

Little drops…

Little drops from the sky,

carries hope, while they fly.

 

Little drops touch the ground,

gift our ears, a melodious sound.

 

Little drops tell a story,

time to wash away, every worry.

 

Little drops gather all around,

forming water beds, to bless the surround.