Once again this child is forced

 Once again this child is forced,

To live in the world of paper and page,

I console this child for that’s the only place,

Which I can provide him at this stage.

Wait for the world may misunderstand you,

Wait for the world is not plain, 

Wait for I provide you even ground,

There can be nothing better than a page.

You can live on it,

You won’t be hurt,

No one will be hurt by you,

Nobody will call you words.

You’ll be safe I tell you,

Live and I say you’ll have no fears,

To me my heart you are very dear,

O child don’t die, live. 

If not in the world of reality,

Then live at least on this page,

For if you don’t live oh my soul,

I for sure shall fail.

Note: This poem talks about expressing ourselves, many a time world is not ready to hear us at such hard times I express myself to just the page where I give my thoughts a vent.

Page is my canvas

 Page is my canvas,

On which I write,

Feelings of my heart,

Which in me were confined?

It’s better than a painter's brush,

For it reveals only what I wish, 

Conceals whatever I wish to hide,

I consider it a gracious bliss.

It’s my tongue, it’s my heart,

It tells the world of my sweetheart,

It joins me with people, who relish the taste,

Without whom even life is a waste. 

It is the reflection of my soul,

It makes me whole,

My friend is so old,

My friend is so bold.