On Cloud Nine

Sometimes we are only fine.

Sometimes we are on cloud nine.

Up and down round and round.

Sometimes both feet on the ground.

Happiness varies each moment.

Taking us through such torment.

Hues of color that of clouds.

Such is happiness can say loud.

What upcoming hard to guess.

Is it truth or acts to impress.

Colorful faces with cruel souls.

Hiding behind their truth and fouls.

Motive behind all their talk.

Too keeps hidden as they walk.

Though my feet is on cloud nine.

I’m aware of such gruesome lines. 

When I'm Gone

I worry about you, after me.

I care what you’ll be, after me.

After me, how you are going to live.

My child I worry, what I can give.

My worries are more, day and night.

I want to know for sure, if you are alright.

Before I leave, away from your side.

I want to spend time, with you beside.

What goes inside is hard to define.

Want to say love you, coz you are mine.

MOTHER'S LOVE

A love that grows, a love that molds.

A love that shapes, with hugs and holds.

Though heavy nine months, for her it make.

She carries and walk, with pride though aches.

All times she pushes her ache aside.

With love for the child, in her resides.

To make them worth, and warm inside.

She does all chores, so to preside.

She hide her tears, she hides her pain.

Though in losses or when in drain.

Though grownups, or as infants.

Love for her child is just alike.

A love which has, no substitutes.

A love given, without constitutes.

A love so true, a love so right.

A mother’s love, from heart is bright.

Fill In The Blanks

When I was young I used to play.

Fill in the blanks when classes delay.

When at home no mood to recite.

Just with friends when mom not at sight.

Days went by and it was fun.

To be part of and join the run.

Since grownup I still can find.

Men with such game on mind.

Wife and kids to play at ground.

One replaced when not around.

In their minds they have this game.

Want someone to fill as same.

Empty space and lonely time.

Just like the game we played that time.

For men who has the game on mind.

Like to say life's hard to find.

MOVING ON

Sun rises and it sets, with such pain on my soul.

I wish I be too rid of, and can be just as whole.

Wish I can too build up, strong and tough kind of  walls.

I wish I too can  keep up, with unjust and ruthless falls.

Days are hard and difficult, just for me to go on.

I wonder why so easy, just for some to move on.