when i am lonely

when i am lonely,

i think................

about things long forgotten

about things yet to happen

about things i regret

and about the things i didn't get

about yesterday's lost match

about tomorrow's new catch

when i am lonely,

i think................

when i am lonely,

i sing................

songs that touch my heart

and masterpieces of their art

songs that are soft and sad

or songs which make me go mad

songs of happiness, songs of sorrow

songs of yesterday, today and tomorrow

when i am lonely,

i sing................

when i am lonely,

i dance................

on tunes that are easy to pick

on tunes in which i can kick

on crazy tunes like rock

or sleazy tunes that sometimes shock

on rhythmic tunes that force me in motion

or classical ones to break the notion

when i am lonely , i dance............

when i am lonely, 

i read...........

articles about world peace

articles about aunt and niece

articles about makeup tips

articles about exotic trips

articles about disappearing wildlife

articles about the poor's strife

when i am lonely, i read..........

when i am lonely ,

 i laugh...........

at my own annoying habits

at the playing small rabbits

at the cute naughtiness of my niece

or my uncle's idea of world peace

at the idiotic acts on TV shows

or the ancient one of film heroes

when i am lonely, i laugh..................

when i am lonely,

i cry..............

at my failures of past

at the world's moving too fast

at the thought of leaving my school

or picturising one in outer world as fool

at the memories of someone who's gone

at the roadside children's clothes that are torn

when i am lonely,i cry.......................

article

i wrote this 1 for the magazine

its idiotic but fun

Article article article

this article that article

which article what article

for the school magazine

articles were a need

so i decided to do 

1ce a good deed

i decided to give an article

but there wasnt a prticle

of a poet in me

so i decided to seek

some matter for me

i searched many books

but couldnt find anything good enough

on seeing the bundle of books

my mom startet to cough

then i decide to write

an article for myself

thinking of what to write

i started setting my book shelf

thus,

this article was written

and i was very happy

and i also saved it

from being eaten by my dog snappy

i dont know its good or bad

that depends on you

but surely u cant ignore it

isnt that true???????????

Things that are...........

lovable,

the child's laughter,

that knows no bounds,

that requires no specific occasion

that is purely genuine 

that vanishes any fear thats around

lovable,

the winter mornings,

so chilly, so cold

yet so serene, so true, 

making u remember. precious moments,

untouched of old

lovable,

the early sunrise, 

so orange, not a bright yellow,

having an aura,

somehow reminding you,

of music thats soft and mellow

lovable,

the daisy flowers,

so soft and petite, 

so sweet and pretty,

yet having a strength,

easy to ignore, but no small power,

to brighten up a room,

a  house, a life, and all

lovable,

home made food,

that somehow manages,

to tickle your tounge,

even when you're facing

the worst of damages

lovable,

the smell of mom's hands,

a mixture of pure care,

love and tenderness, and with it

the smell of the snack,

she's going to prepare

lovable,

the beat of music,

telling the feelings,

of the most grieved soul,

at the same time catering,

to those, 

whose hearts are jumping with joy,

perfectly fullfilling in its role

lovable,

the sway of dance,

the forgetfullness it has,

the energy it provides,

enjoyable in all its forms,

be it kathak, folk or jazz

lovable,

the chirping of birds,

the sweet sound they make,

the cuteness of their act

the pristineness of the flight they take

lovable,

the small joys,

the little achievements,

that make the soul and thread of life,

be it in a mansion

or in a tent

lovable,

just the list of things,

that goes on endlessly,

containing things that are lovable,

in our lives

yet why is it we always

look at life's darker side?

why cant we try to

be a little more happy, 

every passing day,

and smile a little more wide???????