WORDS!

I gather some words

In a pure way to read

And they form

A beautiful Combination

That one could

Feel their breathe

All these words 

Felt like a soft petal

Which are tangled together

Probably hugging each other

And Making a flower

With soo many spots

Along with some dots 

Of Sofness

And pureness

Made it perfect now

Nothing is amiss

And see that flowers

Which too flourish

Ah...it's nice

Look at it

May be a surprise

By the God

Or by the small seeds

Who gives a chance to it

To breathe

And the petals

Which are growing along

Spreading their fragrance

And building a crown

These petals are too delicate

And made it easy to relate

To you to me

To everything I see

Their natural colour

That my fingers feel

And it's caress

Is able to heal

All the scars

Those exist little far

But words too hurt

Is there anyway

To avoid from being hurt?

I think no 

Otherwise I must not write

But I write

Cause Words help me to fight

With me with tear

With anxiety

And fear

With everyone I hear

The bad Words

The bad guy

Would I face em?

Let me try

See the sky

Blanket of stars

Makes too small

Spots of scars

Would they just burst

I love you

Or is it you

Who really do?

Words have sugar

Words have venom

If it's venom

Go and drink

And if you want sugar

Then wait for spring

So that juice inside the buds

Will mix with the petals

But spring won't be there

For the whole year

It's better' to learn

To bear

Look words couldn't bound me

In their threads

But my lungs could

As it gives me breath

But words could make my heart sink

Also make my eyes

To stop to blink

So let me die then

And meet the end

As words really hurt

And there is no way

To avoid from being hurt.....

            

                                           Pragati

There is no scar on the sun!

It flew to the sky
And finally sink
Down in water
People probably don't
Like it much
As it appear quite hotter
But have you ever notice
It's donation that it made
For the moon
Otherwise it mustn't shine
When day turns to soon

When it start to rest in colds
They want it to fly
And when it goes up little high
You want it to die
Can I ask why
I mean just look at moon
It sometimes didn't appear
Have you ever raise questions
Against it
Or you think of the sun
Is the only one shit

Just like a female child
Who isn't so fucking wild
But always been neglected
By the society
And son always been considered
As the symbol of purity

Atleast for once go feel
It's shine
You will know
The meaning of Divine

When it change its colour
You got afraid
You don't like noon
But are fan of sunset
I like sunset too
And much adore it's calmness
But what you say about red colour
Which is not always harmless

All its rays are of new hope
Which enters in every one's life
And mark to the new beginning
Every morning
When it woke up and rise
And converts all the dark
Into peaceful light

                                        Pragati