I am a survivor

I am a survivor. 
I am a fighter. 
Like a phoenix, I rise.
Renewed vigour and wise.

I fall I crawl
Then I stand up tall
Ready to roll
Chasing my goal

The world reminded
Of what is flashy and sordid
That I am broken and weak
With no one and nothing to seek

I played along
To me Alone I belong
Picking on broken bits
Prayed by the wicked wits

I dare not stop
Lest the world will top
I only pulled harder
When the tide was sturdier

I sail on
To the unknown
Under the twilight star
And my dreams afar

Christmas poem

A day of wonder
Comes to wind
Tomorrow be kinder
New mysteries to find
A night full of dreams
On to a morning of promises
Smiles to carry
To a Christmas so merry

Like you knew

You and I
Are so close
Like we chose
To be
To see
The world together
Far or near
I follow you
Like you already knew
Creating new memories
Fighting the day's adversaries
Embarking on fresh adventures
Onto so promising a future

Colourful Dharitri

Watch me baby
Watch me..

Watch me pink
Watch me yellow
Watch me blue
When Sunday has a Monday to follow

Watch me at the PTM
And when I watch U chew green mango
Watch me like you always do
Cause I certainly do miss you

Watch me on a sports day
On a day with the green eyed monster
The day when I raised hell
Had the kids and principal yell

U certainly have enough to look
I wore pink flavour
My brows coloured indifference
I am dressed to spook

Watch me around sunset
When Dhauli is at its best
Watch as I hold on to my papa to school
Then come home to my mummy's to rest

Watch me when I cry red and blue
When U wipe my worries and fear
Hug me with the friendship glue
Making me wtach the sky so clear and day anew

Birds flying free
Into the canvas uneven
Life is like that
With the hell and heaven

Branches broken
Trees so shaken
Rooted still
Into the past

To grow into a tomorrow
Once again

Watch me when I tread onto success
For I will not forget
The times when U embraced all of my mess
That I was. That I am.

Watch me
As I look to you
You miss, are my courage
My comrade

My delight in the day
And peace at fall
My liberation afar
And conscience of call.

Thank you Pushpa Madam for suggesting a title for my poem

Pink heart

Pink was my shirt and black was my scooter 

Red was my heart and green eyed was the monster

Peanut brown tiramisu and cream white was the coffee

Sigh was my companion and boring was the movie

Colours of you

Sometimes it is pink
Sometimes it is yellow
Then it is red
What colours have you to follow

Lest I am dead
Like a corpse coloured lead
Laying on woods bundled to bed
Watching family friends parade

Ah! Such facade.
If only I had the colours of you
I'd paint everything anew

The grasses will be blue
The skies wearing a green hue
It will still be true
That you knew

Lead is my colour
Colours are for you

A cat understands

In love with Bhubaneswar xD
In love with my Cat ^^)
In love with my blanket

Old is gold

Old is gold
Young is a song
That doesn't last long

Old is wise
Young is stupid
Chasing the cupid

Old is enduring
Young is restless
Hapless and helpless

Old is beautiful
Young is a pimple
Hiding under a dimple

An accident

The morning Sun
Shone bright today like none
Inviting the rain
Wetting my lane

I rode my bike
To my work I like
I ran late
Kept everyone on wait

I started to question
Noted all their suggestion
Pulled the information
While my researcher drew conclusion

Finished and free
It was a moment of glee
She had the town to see
To buy home an odiya saree

As we sat down to eat
The rain started to beat
The dust out of the soiled path
Avenged the Sun's wrath

Relishing Ranveer kapoor on TV
Mutton biryani was heavy
Listening to the music of rain
I thought I was sane

Until I drove homeward
Got hit by a retard
My head almost squashed
If not the Tyre had dashed

I survived another day
My brains intact and gay
To another interview tomorrow
Start life from zero

I am possible

You carried us

Carried us well
While doing your work
Telling the world
What is possible
What is capable
You chose perfection
Set high ambition
You reached your goal
And taught them all
Tender and tough
Soft or rough
To keep moving
To keep winning
Is possible
You grew us a garden
Which we believed never existed
And drew pathways
When we were trapped in the maze
You were effortless
But never hopeless
You were left helpless
But you couldn't care less
That makes you my hero
Well I am the zero
For me to start afresh
From life that is a mess

Happy mothers day