No words to scribble...

No words to scribble
But a weapon in the hand
And her thoughts flow like the sand
All at once, they rush in her mind
To sort them out, difficult she finds
Which one of them to choose
In order to scribble
And let her imagination loose
She closes her eyes and feels the breeze
Her hands start to flow
And mark the first thought in a row
Some words she traces on the smooth sand
Turns out to be a beautiful verse
But soon the waves gush in
And takes away the traces from the sand
She splashes the water and start to walk away disappointingly
As once again there are no words to scribble
Neither a pen which can even dribble

A Wish Factory

Why o why do the seasons change
Why my comfort is not in the nature's range
Why do the winters not last long
And the rains sing to me a sweet song?
Why o why is the beauty of dusk soon gone
And the darkness prevails which seems too long
Why can't we fly high and spread our wings
Like the beautiful little birds who form the rings
Why can'y the good stay for long
Why is the inevitable change so strong
Why can't the world be in peace
And let the innocent souls stay at ease
Why is hatred spread so far
And love had left so many scars
So many dreams
And too many hopes
Everything here is finite
Don't tie your heart to the false ropes
For one thing we should know
That the world is not a wish-factory
So better be always satisfactory