seasons - a poem

Sometime I feel would the world 

Be the same if theres No season 

It would mean living with Just 

One émotion which is not sane .

 

Season teachs us the value of colours

How life becomes bleak during winters 

And We search for réason to stay 

at home which becomes our  treasure Trove .

 

How pleasent it is during rain 

When We can smell the earth 

from where We came and can 

listen to the sweet Melody 

Of rain.

 

Fall teaches us We all Have to go

We are transient Just like 

leaves on the floor .

 

Summer means Life can be 

Bright how ever dark it is 

There will be light .

 

Spring means a new picture 

How ever bad it is 

We can start again filling our Life with 

New colour and  vigour .

Sometimes theres stormy horizon

 when We are Ravens prêy for No réason 

Still with courage and  préservance 

We bring life Back on track.

 

So all seasons are equal 

We need them all 

Thats the message to all 

Angelic hearts reading this verse .

By 

Notyet100

9/4/15

we are mere specks - a poem

This poem I wrote few years back as its poetry month this whole month thought of sharing few of my old poems which I have never shared with anyone .This one is first poem from the collection .

We are mere specks
In this ocean called life
Still we strive
To survive.
We don't know
When we will dissolve
Still we keep
So many issues unsolved.
We were born to die
To live this life
Still we live
With bated breath.
We have our friends
Whom we met
Still we weep
With tears unseen.
We are meant to be sink
In the deep sea beneath
Still we float
Choked up with worries.
We are bound to fly
Up In the sky
Still we limp
With our legs beneath.
We smile sometimes
Of the bygone time
Still we plead
To relive .
We made mistakes
Just for the sake
Still we make
But now we are awake.
We said some words
Without knowing the worth
Still we think
Of those unknown deed.
We will be gone one day
Up and away
Still we live
To live like this.
But when I am gone one day
Like a whiff of wind up and away
Still I think
Will I be ever missed.
By my friends & foe
By my fellows
Will I be forgived
And be truly missed.
When you read this one day
What will you say
Still I think
With a deep grief.
By
notyet100
(wrote few yrs back)