Death of a Snowman
It was sorrowful day
When the sweltering air came
the snowman melted away
The children cherished him
all winter long.
They needed to protect him from the beaming sun rays.
They saw he was getting more concise
minute by minute
day by day
they needed to save him
time was running out.
The children break off
reckoning what to do.
The ice box
they hurried back to the snowman
but it was too late
he was no longer there
what was once a snowman
was now a puddle of water
Ode to my Bed
My shelter, my hideaway. its warmth hugs me as i sleep
Its soft mattress makes me want to fall in a deep slumber
A place where my mind can drift away
Always greeting me in black and white color
Its soft pillows are like white fluffy clouds as its mattress seems to stretch
Out for miles and miles
When I'm tired my bed cradles me until I'm asleep making sleeping the best thing ever. Its Soft comfy blankets make me feel safe and sound
I want to lay in my bed all day everyday
without my bed i am nothing. it makes me feel secure in my deep everlasting sleep.
Bullying hurts, saying one word turns into a blurt.
What if they wrote a note saying goodbye?
And their family and friends were left wondering..why?
They wake up with regret.
Wanting to forget.
Did you know, you're their biggest fear?
The rumors and secrets start to spill.
They grab a bottle and overdose on pills.
Don’t you see what you're putting them through?
They scream so loud, but no one can hear.
What if it was you who got hurt everyday?
Tell me how many words you would have left to say.
Where I'am From
I am from the stage, from blaring headphones and playing pianos.
I am from the cozy.
I am from the blooming oleanders, the red silk cotton tree.
I am from nights of Lorhri and successful, from hardworking and The Noor’s and The Grewal’s.
I am from the big family dinners and loving and caring.
From you WILL be a doctor and no to broadway.
I am from sikhism.
I'm from the daily cup of tea and chicken and rice.
From the American journey, the always working, and the busy.
I am from California and Dubai.
All the Love
Falling in love and falling apart
I lust for love yet i am lost in love.
I'm a tormented heart
It is all above.
It seems as if my heart is cold as ice.
Is love true?
My heart has been sliced more than twice
because i assumed ‘forever’ would be with you.
Love has no condition, limits, rules.
Its brings substance to the empty.
Love makes the proudest of people morph into fools.
It challenges an old identity.
With every “how are you” and “im fine”
In every “what are we?” and every “we’ll see”
Love is the reason we live and breathe.