Crank it up girl,

What you waitin’ for,

It’s our pink and purple world,

It’s our red and black war.

Twist your butts on the songs of love,

And click up the fire in your fingertips,

Groove ya body on the beats of ya heart,

And pucker up your rosy lips.

Gal power, gal tower

Too high for guys to climb

It’s our world and our life

C’mon lets rule our lives.

Rains of blood untouched,
Lies here the prettiest of things,
Delicate and innocent;the gifts of nature,
Looking up;oh what happiness do they bring.

Refreshing green air,
Unexperienced of the negative energy around,
I stand lost in its aroma,
Lying unmoved on the ground.

The tranquil of the calm blue waters,
I fear when it may turn into impure black,
But satisfied i am to see it glowing under the golden sun,
Taking me far from me;teaching that life’s a fun.

That supreme sun,
Miles apart from the vulgar light of darkness,
Shines its way through the very protective atmosphere,
Before leaving the earth at night;it hordes us with its blessings.

That wet green grass,
Safe from the malicious foot of blood suckers,
Its purity reflecting through the fresh dews scattered over,
With the grace of god;no one to them can injure.

This world may be filled with wonderful things,
But you’ll never know when their purity may die,
When the things may change,
And also change this place into a globe of darkness.

Analysis

What i mean to say though this poem is that the innocent people who have a pure heart as the pure and divine gifts of nature who only know to see the positive side of the world are in a serious danger as they haven’t faced the cruelty of the mean people who may destroy sanctity in their hearts.
Last Paragraph-The people should be very aware of what they are and what the people around them are.If the people find themselves as bad they must extend their goodness so that to destroy the evil and if they say they are one of such innocent people they must preserve it as once lost,the good may not come to us once again if we become bad.

Deceiving me all around,

You left me alone in life’s merry-go-round,

Bothers me that what you don’t see,

I ask, why from under my feet you snatched my ground?

You made me lost,

In this world of images,

Where truth is nowhere to be seen,

I ask, so cruel to me why have you ever been?

You deserted me in this desert of mirages,

In my lonely life only a mirage you’ve been,

I ask you my friend, what went wrong in our friendship?

With a friend who’s always been so true to you why have you been so mean?

I know what,

You’ve entered the dangerous and invisible world of badness,

I feel sad,

To loose a precious relationship which could have been the best!

Nothing can I do other than to suggest you,

To look once in that mirror of realism,

To get a glimpse of whatever you’ve ever been,

And what in future you should be!!!

Lost in the dark woods

With the unknown ones,

Blinking of the amazed eyes is only what I see,

Howls of warnings is only what I hear.

Warnings for what I don’t know,

And alone I stand under the bright moonlight,

It’s beauty shone with the loss of sun,

But still I wonder in this pleasant air what warnings do they hide!

I know I haven’t done anything wrong,

So why do I have to fear,

Of their so called nonsense warnings,

And why should I shed my unwanted tears

I may be lost in the darkness,

But I will surely find a way out,

If not through the grand sun, then through this weak moonlight,

My worries revealed

Why should I let them have fun?

What i think is that poetry is the best way of expressing myself. The rhythm of few verses not only soothes my soul but also increases my thinking. Composing poems is my hobby and i love to do it as i feel as if i am spending quality time with myself and this thing makes me know myself much better. According to me hobbies make me very focussed towards whatever i do and builds up my personality. That’s why i keep on composing poems!