hello

I have drifted myself to darkness,

Where I live comfortably with ignorance,

N try to quote that as innocence,

Which has led to drift away life's fragrence.

Its me who has let myself down,

And did long to eagerly drown,

Ignoring self until I turned from pink to brown,

Until got credited as dumbass of the town.

I knew its my fault,

As I gave up the fight,

N dint trust the strength of light,,

Which led to lengthen the night.

Finally it’s a friend who shook away the storm,

N brought out lost charm,

Where I stopped the self harm,

Making my frozen soul warm.

That’s why its important to know,

that life savior is her hello,

Whenever you are sad and low,

Jus call your friend to say simple hello…...

                                           swathi patil…..

hot dude

Hot dude…!

That hot dude,

Acts genuinely rude,

As if no good,

As ever stood.

Appears deadly cool,

Writes fashion rule,

For hearts to rule,

So we call him cool.

Lives in his style,

Makes flat, by killing smile,

Makes me stand for a while,

Can go with him, any mile.

Deep within, i'm obssesed

Deep within, I'm obsessed

Why are we so ignorant???

How do we manage to be so silent?

Though, we see terrorism growing so rampant,

May be so it is, easily becoming so frequent.

Is it that we don’t care to be called cowards,

Or no one has yet posed question to us,

May be, we have agreed , catering it is useless,

Witnessing it, why don’t we get restless???

May be falling lives, is having minimum value,

Or may be m happy with d flow of life the way I live,

I agree it takes a lot for even a thought to give,

As some moments from us it would drew.

Is it so down-market even to reason,

To government why don’t we argue and question,

Coz I can see, only one impression,

My INDIA being shadowed by depression.

Deep within, with this thought I am obsessed,

That my country mates are cruelly stressed,                           

Mumbai terrorism has strongly impressed,

Let's shed terrorism from being dressed……

                                           swathi patil

poems

Indian mighty feathers…..

Sharing of love is a wonderful experience,

Coz every time I do it, it makes me feel its intimate presence,

Which gives me happiness in immense,

As if my life is been perfumeated by good license.

I want to share with u one such incident,

My family was in mumbai, when I met d terrorist accident,

I was been hosted by hotel trident,

When sudden firing became horrifying and rampent.

We all residents were shocked under clasps of terror,

Every corner seemed to accompany sickness  and fear,

Most of them did loose their near and dear,

And future seemed uncertain and unclear.

For hours in corner did I lay,

Palely to almighty did I pray,

Across d floor blood shed  bodies did array;

Helpless emotions could just wait for some bright ray.

Slowly heart began to warm;

Strength did acquire some form,

When brave soldiers did come to fight for the harm,

Even in that place found a million crore priced charm.

Soldiers did challenge grenades and guns,

Ignoring their bodies being crept in  burns,

Did evacuate us in turns,

They definitely increased the prestige which INDIA earns……

I was so charmed by our soldiers,

Who must take up d place of our current leaders,

Terrorism might have climbed ladders,

But it can never cross cut indian mighty feathers.

I bow and salute to indian bravery,

Who free us from fear and slavery,

Let's uphold the mighty treasury,

For enjoying unparallel luxury.

                                       swathi patil