Lulu, the Red Swing

Forward and backward,
Rhythm of the shiny red,
Newly colored swing,
Her name is Lulu,
Lulu the swing,
Smiling in the shadows,
Carried by the glistening sun,
Past the marks of guided feet,
All the way, up to the lazy,
Green grass bathing in the light,
Speaking with unseen stars,
Such was her day in living,
But one day Lulu, the swing,
Broke the rule of magic,
Swung past the clouds,
Into the mysterious skies,
Causing a roar of thunder,
Sending Lulu tumbling,
All the way, down to the ground,
Followed by the pouring rain,
Knowing Lulu the swing,
Hated the pouring rain,
As she was drenched,
Not only that but none of her friends,
Who she adored came out to play,
So, she swung past the darkened clouds,
Into the mysterious skies,
Halting right into the roaring thunder,
Breaking the magic rule again,
In a brave whisper, said “Shhhhh”
Simple as it was, it worked,
The roaring thunder passed,
But there is one thing,
Lulu the swing has to swing,
Swing as fast as she can back down,
Towards the wet, green grass,
Before the glistening sun,
Burnt Lulus’ new red color.

Moonlight

Moonlight shaded by night clouds,
Within the sky once blue calling out to summer,
In the palest shade of blue through the day,
Followed by precious navy in the night,
Found only in an unexpected reverie,
Therefore, summer has passed by,
Leaving you, the unforgettable spark in your eyes,
Words indescribable, unspoken and bewildering,
Lodged with untamed eagerness into reality,
Here I am cold, as rain crosses the sky
Teeth clattering to numbness past decoy,
For you, have vanished afar,
Two worlds puzzled and obstinate,
Steadfast you in your own and me in mine,
Traveling across the same paths of reality,
Side by side, no conclusions convened,
Baby, simple as it is, as you turn left,
You will find me turning right facing you,
A profound reflection in your eyes forever.

Cheeky Max

Troubled lost soul, finding himself,
Ready for a life of adventure,
He can neither die nor live,
As life without a cause is worse,
Worse than death itself,
Sight of a cat, wolf’s sense of smell,
Speed of a mouse and strength of a lion,
Cheeky Max is his name,
Ready to fill the world in a frame,
Charms and intelligence is his game,
On the top of the world one day,
The next, lonesome Cheeky Max is sad,
So goes the cycle he says but I am unstoppable,
Armored with love and knowledge,
Cheeky Max strives on smiling and crying,
Sometimes out of joy and sometimes out of pain,
Standing up tall and strong Cheeky Max says,
“Let happiness not be a malady in fact,
Let tenderness be my remedy.”

Written by: Amrita Lal. (19)