A random girl.

She flies, flies and flies,
So strong she is, she never cries,
a pile of beauty she carries within,
Do you see the beauty of her grin?
Crazy, fun, and what-not?
If you don't like her,
Guess what, you'll rot.
Be kind to her, she'd be gracious,
You mess with her, she'd be contumelious.
Words might end, for she's versatile,
Don't you ridicule her,
Or you'd die in exile.

Happiness.

I read somewhere that nothing could be written more beautifully than a tragedy. And I know it's true. Because when you're happy or when you are in love, you go speechless, words are never just to you. Because when you are happy, you just want to live that moment. You want to breathe every second, you want to drink those memories to save them within you. Happiness is like a rainbow, you just can't take your eyes off it, if you do so, it'll disappear. Oh, grasp it, don't you let it go, because happiness, it's just like those little grains of sands, if your grip is not strong, it might just slip out of those little spaces in between your fingers. So happiness cannot be caged in a piece of writing, it's a bubble, it'll burst the moment it's out of your sight.

Fly high.

A very gentle touch and a kiss she feels,

Daddy embraces her while mama is asleep,

She opens her eyes, and looks around;

All she sees is love keeping no bounds,

Daddy loves her alot, she's mama's doll,

And slowly does she learn to crawl,

They look after her like she's a little larva,

Saves her from even the sunshine, 

Thinking it might burn her like Lava,

and one day she comes out of that cocoon,

To this world full of raccoons,

Her magnificent looks, her enchanting eyes,

the little dreams, she carries inside,

She flutters her wings and learns to fly,

Up, up and she goes high,

But blue is also a colour,
It slowly invades her world,

Snatches her dreams, leaves her bewildered,

Those low lives, they try to bring her down,

and try to take away her only crown,

And it's when she realizes,

how to make sacrifices,

They try their best and she starts to drown,

In a vortex of thoughts that she's supposed to be on ground,

No more she wishes to fly, in a rose she hides,

It's when her mommy and daddy try,

To bring her back to the family's tie,

and teach her again, how to fly,

This time, higher than before, 

And also inculcate her how to roar,

So now she plays with her colours,
In the sky above, like a phoenix she hovers,

Nothing can bring her back,
Since she belongs up there now,

And only to God would she bow,

Those who tried to prostrate her, 

Now they envy her and praise her.