Vishwa Vyas

Exams are on head, Making me hella scared. Sem 1 preparations are not so good, Hope I don't enter KT section and be where I should. Exams do come and go as its a matter of few days, But later the major heartache occurs as results and decides our life ways. This exam pressure is getting me so high, That I guess now I need to end my poetry and start studying so goodbye.

The days of joy, With sound and lights. I can't stop myself, From dancing all night. Today starts the nine nights festival called Navratri, By the name of worshipping goddess Durga since history. People dressed in different colors, Seems like a rainbow. The non-stop dance they do, Is with a rhythmic flow. I have always been waiting for navratri as its a festival of great fun, Coz we gujju's think its our 9 days sunburn.

Caterpillar on the tree, Have you wondered who you be? A beautiful butterfly flying free, With a vision only I can see! The beauty of your hues, The flair of your wings. The smoothness in your flight, I wish people could keep beautiful things alive. You are a color of shy on face of a shadow, A color of anger on face of a sun. A color of peace on silky moon, Just like a rainbow flouring in the sky with a bloom. You are a tiny little butterfly, Who loves to fly. But when you fly, People catch you and you die.

Need a teddy bear, Just to hug him tight. When people don't care, I could grab him and cry all night. This cute stuff can make me smile, Same like when I see a baby crawling towards me, Pleasing to pick him high. Need a teddy bear, Whose always there for me. When I need someone to talk, He listens quietly. Friends and family cannot always be near, But this teddy bear is a reminder. One thing more that he likes to do, Is to remind that god loves you too.

Who am I? Tell me thy! Woman! Who is always passed by, Is this my existance? Tell me now! Will I ever rule the sky? Ditched, hit and pricked, I have always been. Fake, glossed and molded, This is how I have been screened. Waiting for a miracle, I married and hope. In the midst of a sunny day, Loneliness manages to grope. How much more do I have to cry? Who am I? Tell me thy!

You wake up, Its raining and its monday, Looks like one of those rough days. You're busy finding reasons for not going, Half asleep at 5am in the morning. But somehow you push yourself and rush for the train, Coz you're bored and you're late again. Sometimes you feel like running, Seeing the lectures and thinking of bunking. But you're helpless coz of the meeting, So you end up writing a poetry while travelling.

Waking up at 5am in the morning, And realizing there are no lectures. That anger you get, When you gotta return back home with that uncontrollabe aggression. It always happens when you don't really wish to bunk, And never happens when you want to go out with your hunk. The only way to get rid outta this, Is by not attending lectures, saying you're sick. But later you get noticed by the authority, And be expelled for a week.