You smiled, you spoke, and I believed, By every word and smile deceived. Another man would hope no more; Nor hope I what I hoped before: But let not this last wish be vain; Deceive, deceive me once again!

Is this a holy thing to see, In a rich and fruitful land, Babes reduced to misery, Fed with the cold and usurous hand? Is that trembling cry a song? Can it be a song of joy? And so many children are poor? It is a land of poverty!

Wearing mama's heels I stole the reels And said, look mama how much I have grown. Standing on the stool, I grabbed the tools And said, look mama how much I have grown. Making mustache from didi's sketch, I said look mama how much I have grown. Shaving with daddy's cream. I said, "Mama, look how much I've grown." Carrying veggie bags on shoulders to see biceps, I said, look Mama, how much I have grown. Today, I drove scooty, to take mama for a ride. Mama smiled and said, how much you have grown.

Dry brown leaves Once on the trees, Slightly dancing By a wave of breeze. While softly falling Into the arms Of the wet lands With dying charms. And as they flutter Into the air, They sway gently Like open hair. "You don't know" Says the dry one To the fresh green leaf Shining under the sun. "The beauty I have lived While falling to the wet ground, Like a soul free from life Without branches to bound. I hope the ground takes my care As I immerse in it, And before that last touch Let me dance with the breeze a bit. Still the green ones on the tree Remain unknown of the joy That the dry leaves have seen When separations employ.

A broad smile On the face, A hand resting On her valley waist. Head slightly tilted Towards the shoulder, A cute face With a heart bolder. Almond eyes With dark brown coffee drops, A black dot Over her olive skin pops. Such is my Beloved beauty, Down to earth And never snooty. While wishing I could pluck this rose flower, And tell it About its aesthetic power, I saw the tulip for whom I earlier tried, Whose charm has always Decreased by my side. For owning something brings responsibility And ruining them Is my ability, I maintain distance with the rose, And watch from my place However it grows. Some hearts can blossom alone In this world so mean, Isn't that how the sun and the moon Have always been? I think some beauties Are better untouched, For a world like us That doesn't deserve much.

Fall occurs binding the summer Am I hallucinating? Probably not, I'm just a dreamer Is it even real Or am I living in someone's mind ? What seems to be true, is precisely not! Puzzled and curious, a souvenir must be behind Folks living in the loop of zenosyne Others existing in the aestheticism of Caffeine, So many wonders yet to be founded Portals are aligned, the lives should be grounded Are you taking me out, of this hole? Or should I continue to play this role.. Deep under the ocean or In the mystical woods, In the world of Dragons and Fairies or under the hoods The word 'mythical' is not any true Illusions are sending us the clue It's a search for the Unknown, That's yet to be revealed - Namita

Summers are getting very hot, Temperatures are soaring very high, People are drenching in sweat and Prefering to stay at home.

An untold feeling when I hold you, first time in my arms.. Made you walk with little steps By holding in my hands, your little-little palms.. Made you sleep overnight By keeping myself alive.. And now you titillate me When I am crying.. Feed with my hands When you feel hunger.. You make me smile When I got anger.. When I scold you You wrapped around me.. As every treasure of yours Hide inside me..