High in the sky, or deep in the sea,
Caged like a bird, or free as can be.
Dreams show you your deepest wishes,
It is like a magic wand swishes.
And all that you want, all that you need,
All those desires you want to feed.
Within your grasp your wishes are,
But in reality as close as a star.
To achieve these dreams you need to wake,
Your way and path you must make.
“Patriotism is your conviction that this country is superior to all others because you were born in it.”
-George Bernard Shaw
It is all in the culture.
Peace in this world, Hearts full of Love, Is what I wish to see.
This world of hate, Of war and fate, Is not supposed to be.
We are all one, With our work done, This world better will be.
If I hate you, And you hate me, Where would this world be?
Its upto us, To cry or fuss, Or to be loving and then see.
If we can make this world, A better place, Or can it never be?
I had a nightmare, horible it was,
Most troublesome was the cause.
The tailor again messed up my size,
The dress hung loosely as a prize.
The stylist choe the crazy look,
On my head a new twist it took.
The make up all melted away,
With all the sweat it refused to stay.
The heels of my shoes broke at a time,
When the party was at its prime.
Then I fell on the stage,
Laughter turned over a new page.
Ketchup and coke fell on my head,
All these signs I should have read.
The time for desert came as a curse,
All the happenings it made me rehearse.
My icecream had a cockroach inside,
It had found the worst place to hide.
A gruesome end to my horrible tale,
At the end I broke my nail.