BEADS ON A STRING

                                 BEADS ON A STRING

                          AT LAST NIGHT….

These days I need a kerchief!!

To wipe my mischief!

Let I pen to poem,

 My tear scrolls down  ..

Before the ink stick on my paper

My tears always first….

I don’t wanna be your heroine

Atleast, pleasing to never make me a fool!!

Yes,I accept

     My fingers are shivering,

 But,

    My heart beats yet powerful!!

There is much awaited for me,

    My pen,

   My papers,

    My books,

    My mother

   Finally,my smileJJ….

I don’t have time to scared or love..

Funny thing is

    I don’t want get scared anymore!!

Again I try to pen down,

I know,this wont be a piece of cake

Once in a blue moon,

   Felt like time flies

Eye lids are still open …

Now,night changes to day.

Seeking for  sleep,

Blinking eyes only remains…

Penning English is something fishy

Just wanna to rescue from these sort of feelings…

Now,I m not a good writer,

But,I will…

Creatity grows!!!!thats tight….

I put end

Yet,It wont end…..