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Ambuja Parameshwary Poem
I remember the first time I read a book,
then I went to the era of Robin Hook.
then eventually I used to become a character,
that I admired the most because of the chapter.
I have dined with a prince
I have got caught in the beauty of Norway Spring,
even saved a princess from the claws of a monster,
have led a life of a sinister,
have saved the world with my wand,
have lived the life before the big bang.
I loved reading,
to keep on walking ,
the fantasies that the writers had to offer,
from rags to cloths with fur,
I loved the beautiful days that came by,
when I saw my self with the experience stand by.
I would like to read till end,
live a life as deep as den with no end,
I have read a book met the mermaid of sea.
I have read book met an old man with glee,
I have been at the raging war of Titans.
I have spent the days chit chatting with the Vikings,
I have been saving the world with the pursuit of a spy,
I have been flying in the sky,
with eagle and and bats,
have spent the days living with rats.
I know I have never been happy like never before,
I am in love with the castle with marble floor,
I would like to read till the end,
till I sleep with the dreams that would never end.
I read a book and met a dear friend,
who would give me his life without being frighted.
I love my palace and my queen,
who have come to me in a palanquin.
I have read a book and went to dessert,
I have read a book and had a Turkish dessert.
I have read a book and became a noble king,
I have read a book and had all the world's power in my ring.
I loved my bravery,
and the rare ivory.
I loved my intelligence,
and the life full of elegance.
I loved the grace in my robes,
I loved the pace in my horse.
I have read a hundreds of books and gained a lot more,
more than the treasure that is in some ship on move.
I have read a book and gained confidence,
of a hundred lanterns and furnace.
I have read a book and loved my life,
like the hundred life I lived being alive.
I have went on reading and did not know the time,
because that did not matter in middle of a crime.
I have read a book and did not know the anger,
or simple things like hunger.
I loved reading so much that I left my food,
I did not realise that the ground was touching my foot.
I was flying ,dreaming and swimming,
I did not get the smell of the stew that was simmering.
I loved myself like never before,
I was proud of myself like never before.
I read till I sleep.
Copyright © Ambuja Parameshwary | Year Posted 2016
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Ambuja Parameshwary Poem
What to tell about me? ,
that my mother did not want me ,
I destroyed her carrier ,
dad thought we were a barrier ,
he left us because of me ,
my mom wanted to be a dancer ,
she wanted to be at the top of her carrier ,
dad who I was never told about ,
but I used to shout aloud ,
"who is he?" ,
"where is he?" ,
Once she acted like a mom ,
when she had been married to a man ,
she was happy and loving ,
that I almost felt she was so tender and caring ,
but when he died ,
leaving everything he had ,
to his son ,
mom felt treason ,
she wept without reason ,
I was happy ,
at least I had friends who were sassy ,
but they too moved on ,
I had a boy to crush on ,
he was cheating on my best friend with me ,
he said he felt bad for me ,
but all was a lie ,
he wanted someone for him to tie ,
to do things that I helplessly did ,
because of no friends ,
he touched my parts ,
I wanted him to hold my hands ,
to make feel surprised ,
but he said I did those things to him! ,
how dare him ,
Then came a friend who just wanted me to work for her ,
to make notes and essays for her ,
she was mean to me ,
the teachers were killing me ,
I am just a child what else you all will do to me? ,
I was so traumatised ,
who will listen to me ,
I cried out loud ,
is there anyone around ,
at last I wrote ,
what to tell about me? ,
nobody has the right to know ,
I am leaving ,
no one must be found crying ,
I am going somewhere safe ,
I am really brave ,
to do this ,
no one must talk about me after this ,
no one is mine ,
you all are enemies of mine ,
you all are mean! ,
you all are not what you mean ,
stay out of my grave ,
do not try to be brave ,
you all are not humans ,
you are animals ,
I do not belong here ,
I am going to a place far from here ,
where I could see angels ,
unicorns and nightingales ,
I hate you all ,
be gone from my soul! ,
you are not worthy ,
what to tell about me?
when you learn to love ,
learn to bow ,
then think about me ,
talk about ,
for now I am going to die with a grudge ,
may be about a fudge ,
that was never passed to me ,
the hit you gave me ,
what to tell about me? ,
there was so much of pain in me! ,
you all are so cruel! ,
you will be burned like a fuel ,
that is the toxicity of yours ,
look inside of yours ,
you will find so much curse ,
people who left for purpose ,
to teach you lesson ,
to put you in a burning prison ,
This is the reason why I hate you,
the world within you .
Copyright © Ambuja Parameshwary | Year Posted 2016
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