Seema's Blogs

Why you are alone ?? A cute little black bird Whose name I don't know Came to me and ask Why you are alone? The blowing breeze kissed my cheek And asked with affection Baby! Why you are alone? The glass of my window After seeing me in him Why you are alone? He asked weirdly I laughed a while and said I am not alone Only the home isn't home Without my dear Mom. By Seema Samal

The Bright Moon The full moon is laughing in the sky, Playing with the stars, And saying me Hi!! The story I heard,  The moon has a rabbit. If I could see it, The creature I love most. The chilly night, And colder moon ray. Sprinkled on our roof, And lighting all way.  In water, That blue lily is blushing. The moon is smiling, And saying Darling! For you only I'm coming. I asked, O Moon! Why do you love her than stars? He said they are only caring, But she borns for me. The stars has no moon, There are so many nights. But still they come, For only to shine. The lily is unique. She blooms for her moon. The more I bright, The more she happiest. Love is not an expression, It is behavioral. There many who shows of, But it is natural. I praised the nature for built him alike, A lot of lessons to learn by mankind. I smiled heartily and said, Bye! To him. By Seema Samal

TEENAGE Teenage: A bird having new wings, learn to fly high in the sky. The days like rose petals, the night like lost in stars. A destination where new people meet, new things happen and changes a lot. Our heart becomes a butterfly. Fall, fly and sit but never tired. Eyes become sleepless, dream full, sometime lazy and sometime shy. Feelings become stronger, mind become mature and we aren't kid anymore. The age is like a new born baby, opened his eyes and seeing the world the way he alike. A world that invites, a trip to explore. Some lost some find some crazy some kind some learn some dumb. The late night talk and smartly work, an intense friendship and passionate love. Bunking classes and making a filmy afternoon. Not  foodie but go to the canteen to have some fun. Liking an unknown, conflict with best one. Blushing seeing your crush, angry seeing with her. A smile that matters, only pillow knows the tears. Some makes happy, som...

Real Charm The real charm of life, We dead but still alive. People may go or come, But we shall remain stay forever. The goodness of our soul, Stand strong even in dreadful storm. An atom bomb can't explode it, Nor tsunami wash it out. God has gifted us a beautiful heart, Let's make it a pure pond of love Not the salty waves of ocean. A little help is value more We are cowards, we never do so. We are becoming the worst enemy, A rust to the mankind. A good did has the power than arms. We born to serve the society. Our one step can bring evolution, And make us a superior community. Let's find the real charm, And make our lives sublime. So the grave of our's laugh too, Seeing a proud crowd outside. By Seema Samal