Category Archives: Poetry

Woman’s Day

She wondered what this day was.. Mankind had just made up
She who hath created ye need no day.
She believeth that every day is hers so she knows not what you mean by woman’s day
Ye thinkest this hath been evened.. Think again!!
The power to create has she, but she treat all even
She like to share and share alike
She like to be fair and so she asked,  why aren’t all days “Mankind Day”

My favourite fere


I would paint ye stars, had I a painter been

Write ye a poem, had I a poet been

Take ye to paradise, had I a fairy been

But Alas! I am just an ordinary Lass

Want you to know ..

Thou art and shalt be my favourite fere forever

Poem ~ January Calling

January Calling

Death comes knocking
Sounds of wine glasses, clink
The news always shocking
Life, a hint longer than a blink
Our worlds’ to be seperated
My intestines curl
Every breath so precious
Has my time really come?
Questions arise
Flooding memories, divine
So many lies, So many unheard cries
Swallow, the pain, gradually sinks in
Thinking, What lies beyond?
What lay before?
Have you tried it all?
As you beg, for just one last chance
Have I lived before?
Do I have any more?
Or is this our only shot?
If I die tomorrow,
I’ll be alright
Life’s not given to throw
But after all, I’m ready to go

With death come and gone
Heaven or Hell – the time has come at last
One has to be strong
The journey back to where you belong
Now just a memory
A picture on a wall
My life lived so ordinary
Can I talk to people when they call?
Somethings I’m certain
I finally am free
A feeling so warming, a feeling so right
Sight of eternity so close,
came a promising, bright light
When life dropped it’s curtain on me
That late January night.

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