Understated Chaos

Red , blue , green , yellow Pink , violet and orange So many colors Fills my mind with joy and happiness  Color is life Color is love Color is happiness Color is joy…..   Colors are fantastic Life is hell without colors And sometimes as I walk outside my home I can see the magnificent rainbow And the seven attractive colors. Thinking how beautiful it would be Descending down the rainbow Just as the fairies do..!                           Titly

How beautiful music is! It’s full of emotions Full of enchantment Full of magic     And full of excitement. It makes someone happy Or make someone cry. But the universal truth Is that Music is unique.                                        Music is incomparable,                                       It’s a spring of divine                                         Down to the earth    ...

It is a flame Bright and Yellow A flame of hope, A flame of love, Glowing in my heart Lighting my mind. A candle sprinkling wishes Which were going to end And no hands saved it. But I lit it up And have promised Not to let it burn out Because, It is the candle That glows in my heart.                             Titly

Each time when I sleep I go one-step backward Leaving the world today I go for the days gone by And soon All the memories haunt me. The pasts were something I like I wish I could always remain In my wonderful dreams. In the dark night All the fireflies appear With their lustrous lights And soon I was in a lovely dream. Alas! It was broken by someone. That evening I realized that DREAMS NEVER COME TRUE!

A little word it is With a sweet meaning One cannot ever live His life without friends Or share his every thought Everything that he has. A friend can give happiness Or make you sad But a true friend Has all the powers   fairies have in tales A true friendship May fill your life With the most beautiful smiles You have!                                                      Titly  

“Where from she comes?” I wonder… I ask her But saying nothing, she disappears Cannot remain silent, I shout And she passes away Wearing a white gown She has long hair And they touch her ankles. Wind blows and her hair flies. Late night, she walks on the road Holding a flute in her hand. Questions come to my mind “Is she an angel or a spirit?” I ask her and With the sweetest smile She again walks away. Who is she? From where does she come? I wonder… -Titly