Waiting for my Bus

Standing alone on roadside,
Watching never-ending traffic tide
The horns, the beeps, the smoke
Overshadowing the dusky eve.

Who has the time to see
Blue to red turning sky?
Busy street busy people
Rushing home in vehicle,

And there I stand and wait
Near malls lights so bright
My bus I am so eagerly looking
Soon along with all i'll be hiding.

Pursuit

Away from this place,
Away from the people,
Away from noise,
Away from tensions,
Away from backstabs,
Away from selfish motives,
Away from egos,
Away from materialism,
Away from melancholy,
Away from greed.

I need to run away
I need to fly
With wings of lightheartedness
With a desire for Peace
Enjoying every bit
Of what i enjoy most
Following the trails Of
The Eternal Spiritual Silence.

Fall

beautiful was the view
on the mountain top
wonderful to feel
cool breeze on my face

but then all of a sudden
someone gave me a push
heart in my mouth
hands fluttering in sky
i saw my death
close and nearby

I shouted loud
calling for help
But none was there to save
I fell headlong Oh No

I opened my eyes to see that
my momma was standing near
helping me(I had fallen but from the bed)
And it was all a dream.

Sory if i m wrong.

Dont know why
u behaved like this
have i done anything wrong
or is it just ur imagination

I cried all night
burrying my face
into the pillow
and hiding my tears

Why is it so
whatever one does
looks right from one angle
and almost disaster from other

Two Face

Painted face
comic clown
giving people
hearty laugh

heavy heart
misty eyes
sick mother
all hidden
from crowd

PAINTED FACE
COMIC CLOWN
GIVING PEOPLE
HEARTY LAUGH

Hunted

Beautiful forest
Sweet chirpings
Grazing deer
Playing monkeys

Sudden gunshots
Chaotic noises
Flying birds
Fallen tiger

Agony

Torn clothes
Empty stomach
small child
busy street
spreading hands
uncaring people
cruel world.

wizenedwizard has posted a comment in which she has changed the look of this poem and i think it is more beautiful than mine and i feel that it should not be there in the comment so i m posting it here.

mended clothes
a garden's bounty
small children
in a busy street
holding hands
cared for
by loving ones