Just write..

It's nice to write what you feel.
Even if it's something real or reel.
It's like summer after winter,
It's a form of unconditional love.
Words don't have to mean the same.
Different minds can show what's in a name.
The form and language different in its way.
The heart and soul; the same path they sway.
Race and caste or creed and colour cannot stop you.
For all you know their love might be true.
Writing is a passion, writing is love.
Write when you're bored or now.

Sky

Sky O sky,

Gentle as you go by.

Violent and ferocious at times,

All the people praying in riddles and rhymes.

The sun sailing and setting,

You're like the sea, calm, quiet and raging otherwise.

Different shades every day,

Blue, orange, black and grey.

The birds flying, oh, so high!

Singing and stretching as they fly.

There's not a day that passes by without being fascinated by your theme-less days,

Not one but in a million ways.

Who am i?

Who am I?
Do you know me?
Does anyone know me?
Different shades of grey I show,
Different shades of white.
Different people everyday,
Not one stands by..
All the black patches sewn,
And all the new holes.
But still the same coat I wear,
Purity revealed through the pores.
Wonder what i look like,
When people stare at me, through their eye.
Holding my head up high.
One question in my mind..
Who am I?