A Sonnet

A Sonnet for you I start to write,
and to wing my frozen thought,
Then I think of this story bright,
Just as rhyming as a Ballad.
So I let my mind flow like wind,
Take the form of a Blank Verse,
embellish with words, start to end,
and leave it to you to rehearse.
Flowing free has a beauty though,
I am more inclined towards Limericks,
Be it autumn, rain or snow,
It sings like fountain, own lyrics.
As I pick my pen, and start to write,
My thoughts again,drift to an ode.
Then I look in myself, find you bright,
in a dingy place of my mind's abode.

A Paradox

A new world thrives today,
what a paradox the time brings,
where a free bird lives in fears,
But this little caged bird sings.

Happy in own life's monotone,
Unaware of the world beyond walls.
Knows not how deep fountains dive,
or how it is when autumn falls.

Uninterested in cool morning breeze,
and afraid of new open skies,
How safe,cozy my cage around,
Away from this world's vice.

Once a free bird came to that porch,
Her eyes met caged happy eyes,
Sitting in warmth of feeding hands,
And basking in its own lies.

I will not swap places here,
trade not my will for anything.
My daily risk of survival though,
fear of falling,a broken wing.

She then flew for the higher skies,
And saw from there endless mazes,
Where everybody smiles contended,
But were locked in their silver cages.

In sheer conflict with the norms here,
she was laughed at for feeling free,
She smiled and flew back to her nest,
In a far away jungle, on an old oak tree..

Black lilies

His love was like black lilies,
Intense,warm, but an eternal curse,
An overpowering poisonous omen,
A mysterious poem,a fading verse.

His love was like black lilies,
soothing dream but a blinding light,
A magical spell,a distant echo,
bloomed in dusk,inverted white.

His love was like black lilies,
like nights together,close and intense.
his feigned smile never wilting,
of dark petals,covered with elegance.

His love was like black lilies,
lethal,but was all he'd got,
Not for the gift, to keep with self,
Did he know this? Perhaps he did not..

The Stone Well

A sweet little boy,the family of three.
In a vast place deserted,just a dry old tree.
Behind his yard,lies whole world asleep,
some dark sad woods,and a stone well deep.
Every break of morning,soiled was his gown,
"Did you sneak last night?"her mom did frown.
"There is one like me,some other little kid.
she lived in this house,long before we did."
You can't see her now,but she talks to me,
We play in that well,with a smile said he.
In the night below waters,we are up till dawn.
With the set of morning,she is all just gone.
Don't search for me,I will just be fine,
She likes you as well,would you care to join?
Mom got afraid,in awe she screamed.
she went to her bed,dark eyes she dreamed.
The boy hung himself,that very night,
A calm dead face,and a smile far wide.
Now,with same still eyes,he stands down well,
"Come out my friend,I have things to tell.
It was closed thus far,I have unlocked this door,
We play together now,I am asleep no more".