Hot Air Balloon

It is a beautiful, sunny day,
To the strong winds, as the trees sway.


We arrive at this large, open ground,
To go in the air balloons - big and round.


Me and my pals rush towards the balloon
Excited - to start flying high  - very soon


Soon the hot, mighty flames gush, 
So does our adrenaline rush.


Our 'vehicle' takes off the earth's surface,
Like a ballerina jumping with grace.


We soar towards the vast , quiet skies,
All that we hear is our excited , ecstatic cries.


Flying above the forest , flying above the hills,
Guided by the balloon rider's amazing skills.


We fly left and right  , we fly up and down,
Watching some birds staring at us with a frown.


Soon time walks away in long strides,
To end one of our memorable and best rides.


We reach back to the grounds - gratified,
Bird-like-flying wishes satisfied.


As icing on cake, we eat ice cream, 
Thats when I wake up from this sensational dream.


Prompted by Short Story Slam

Photo by: Melissa R. Bickel

The Forsaken Fish

As my heart makes its last bids,
Those which the mind always forbids.


I manage to swim in the troubled seas,
Holding on.. to the logs of ecstasy on a lease.


Realizing I am just fate's forsaken fish,
Towards my unknown destination I brandish.

Prompted by Three Word Wednesday - http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2011/05/3ww-ccxl.html

Who Am I ?

Wandering wandering like a lonely cloud,
Shouting shouting in the streets aloud
Who am I ? Why am I here?

Lost in the jungles of time,
Without shelter nor a dime
Who am I ? Why am I here?

Tossing myself between work and play,
Losing myself every night and day
Who am I ? Why am I here?

I am a normal human being
Looking out for well - being ;
A result of million years of evolution,
I am here to bring about a revolution.

This was my first poem.
Wrote it in my 12th Grade , thanks to my English lecturer Sindhu John for making me write it :) 

Electric Deficiency

As I get lost in this darkness,
Craving for that fondness.

Without the guidance of the light,
Dwindling all hopes out of sight.

Living is so hard without electricity,
Invoking so much of disgust and pity.

Addicted to the plethora of electric goods,
Without them, like a kid lost in woods.

No internet , No music , No 'air' ,
Just lying on the bed with a blank stare.

In this period of power-cuts ,
Getting lost in the maze of ifs and buts.

Precise Decisions

Decisions are the hardest to make
People's fragile emotions always at stake
Just when you feel you know someone
They just make you realise you are a no one

For an unsync group , there is never a best solution
But usually only cases of thought pollution
Everyone has their own requirements and opinions
Satisying all is as good as cutting onions

Enigmatic Rains

Sleep has become an engima
Lost in confusion's stigma
The body wishes to sleep
Alas the mind is lost in thoughts so deep

As the rain ceaselessly pours
My tension and anxiety soars
Think its high time to hit the bed
To avoid waking up like the dead

- Date : Saturday 23 April 2011 

Confusing Thoughts OR Thoughts Of Confusion

Gladly the Sun is back and shining 
As my mind goes on endless thought mining 
Every thought takes me on a recursive voyage
Finally ending in disappointment and rage


Not able to work , Not able to sleep
Feeling that I am transforming into a worthless creep
Trying hard to concentrate
But end up at confusion's gate