This September

This September  is making roar

 Banging on my door

Asking again and again

Will I take pain?

It wants perfection in my each task

Wish me to put a politician mask

Thinks that the girl will create for others

Praise and lure the mothers

Of the world whole

And too dreams, that, words will come from my soul

 Too love to drag my whole and all

Needs a change in my attitude

Want me to have gratitude

Modification in my home of solitude

This September is making roar

Pressing me to do more and more

I just want to say who is he to decide my fate?

I will just minimize my hate

Will bring more love to my surroundings

And will cherish my existence and my birth

On this beautiful earth

I too want to get wet

 The desire of my heart,
Pokes my veins every second,
When will come that weekend,
When you would come to me,
The shower of your love,
She is eager to see,
She would woo you,she wants to bet,
With her dream,my heart also incite me to say,
I too want to get wet,
Her hands want to hold you,
She is magnanimous,
As earlier, i told you,

Before you,she want every thing to be set,
With both of you,i too want to get wet,
Her hair want ploughing of your fingers,
She wishes that movement to be linger,
She hopes to be  squizzed in your arms,
Same as rain hugs the dried farms,
I  seems to be caught, in your love net,
I  too want to get wet,
  

Again I was Failed

I always hope,i will be on top,
But the floor of my fortune was never mopped,
So i never ever topped,
Neither i drawn beautiful figures,
Nor i made miracles in bussiness,
Never i impressed grand people,
Never i showed pearls of talent,
As i was not relevant,
Didn't i created milestones,
Never i coverd my shortcomings,
Never i used my wings,
I always made mistakes,
All went into waste,
As god created me in haste,
Each one on earth complaints,
Everyone kicked on my pelvis,
As they were peckish,
And i was useless and selfish,
I always blamed my self  a lot,
Tried to tame my self a lot,
All this never sailed,

And again i was failed,

The lady of my Home

The lady of my home is not sweet but sour,
Not very charming but pour,
She is not gorgious as moon, not even eager as noon,
But it woos me to love her with laurels and honors,
Wrinkles of her face explore the journey covered by his bare feet,
She brought affection to every one who came across his way,
As same like growing sun's gloomy ray,
No body never had though of her any way,
 She was like a light house who never got light,
like a flower who never smelt any sweet odour,
She worked in her husband's home as a whore,
See her, she never complaints,
As she was born late,
It is was her fate,
So she was always on gate,
only too see, only to wait,
For the day,that will be only her,
With the most brightest  light with softest fur,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

The Land I was born in

The land i  was born is the land of pour souls....
The land was irrigated with blood of worriers of world whole...
I love the fragrance of those saplings who grow on that land beautiful......
The winds,,,,,woo me that usually blow on that land fruitfull.............
The grain that come from those plants give life to killed lives......                               ...navneet kaur navee
honey sweetens the soul that come from my mother land hives............
My mother land bless every one who bow her.............and salutes who with love and care row her................
I love it as it loved me that much...........
No body on the Earth can do as such,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
i surrrender myself to this full of odour land,,,,,,,,,,,,,
i bow down again and again to my auspicious  motherland.......................

The sound of my Heart

Dear when did u enter into my heart,i didnt know
neither told earlier without any prior show
my heart became with feelings over flow

 It was only you who set by me 
 At gloomy and typical  time
It was only you who loved me and mine
Without any defined length and line

So this heart wanted you in each of my grow
So it says you will come back some day
 With the same feel and glow     love you