dancing to the rhythm of rain,
the trees twirled, candidly
flailing to the beats of lightning
on the verge to flee.
Symphony
A Shooting Star
the day I say goodbye
I'll claim to do so, with a smile
perhaps, with my head held high
with glory and pride.
all these years
He sat in disappointment.
All his years of staunch,
had gone in vain.
His eyes shone—not with anger, rather pain.
Each movement gave away his ache.
A disbelief for him it was,
What had he achieved, at the end of the day?
He questioned the dismay,
had he done nothing, all these years?
a fortress of trust i built
I am confined within the walls of a palace,
Surrounded by smiles of malice.
A fortress of trust I built,
To stand beside those I cherished
a love so pure
I’ll love you always
be I dead or alive.
For you are pure,
like an honest prayer to the Lord.
the puppet show
I am to be a puppet,
to bring joy and fame and fun,
to dance to the words they say
to the world, I am a pun.
no thoughts of mine are real,
no words I speak are true.
I must walk where they lead,
for I am a dupe.