Poem: Sparkling Eyes by Sweetnida

Sparkling Eyes

A time when I was dreaming off, 

and

 Believing I will have no matter when but for Sure

Those days were shinny those nights were chill but I always wanted to have what only the princess could have.

To be on my bed in purple valley

Foggy air blowing around me '

 The Coldness where It touches my breathe and I'll inhale deep

Opened Hairs , Sparkling Eyes,

 A rest full happy Smile

 and 

Amazing Melody for sure

Holding a Pen and writing what I feel

Suddenly I saw the shadow of my hand on the paper

My Eyes blinked at once, 

It is all purple now, 

Having all what once I wished off,

This time is passing 

but 

The Moments would Never

Poem: Being So Alive,

......Being So Alive.........

Its Calling, It's Rolling, It's Cuddling me Tonight,

It's thunder, It's Shaking my all Bones This Night,

It's Marvelous It' So Exciting The Shinning of my Eyes,

It's Jumping and Pumping I'm Feeling So Alive,

It's Summers but Covering The beauty of the Sky

by

Raining by Breezing by Loving me So why Not

I'm happy So Crazy by Being So Alive

It wasn't I haven't but it Brought me The Smile

Which I Needed then I had it So how I'm Alive,

My wish to Touch the Sky Gonna Fulfill Through my Life,

Just all what I Needed is Being So Alive  

Poem: My Balcony by Sweetnida

“My Balcony”

Fantastic breeze and water drops showing their love touching me smoothly  

The gentle sights of moon playing hide and seek with me

I’m only breathing here 

Trees are looking at me with peace

Stars are whispering be our friend we'll shine together

I'm whistling and blushing in night because the complete world is mine 

The night is dark but mesmerizing 

My beat is single but flying beyond the sky

Listening a rhythm and tip toeing on the floor

Fog is covering me so that shadows of pain couldn't hit me 

I'm making a wish so that I would be complete

It's just my balcony but making me feels extra ordinary

Poem: The Shadow is Mine by Sweetnida

...The Shadow is Mine…

I've been waiting to breathe again in an open place 

A mid of evening with a little breeze 

I can see what I want I can made by my sight

It was unusual, never happened before but it’s cool

My thoughts are beyond any happiness 

Blue the sky with sun full of shine

Green the grass with mud brown 

On my footprints trees are over whelmed  

Flowers are dancing with birds

M I feeling a new touch is it spark or complete shinning pearl if so then why m guessing is it hidden yet

But I can smell the fragrance is being around 

Its night now I’m still finding I need to finally live it

An open surface of my pain and birds are picking like their food particles 

They want me to live peacefully but how is it possible to live when once you die’

A day again but there is nothing can take me far from my pain

The new touch is clicking why it don’t finally hit me

I guess maybe my dreams but it’s more than my values

I guess maybe my wishes but they regret to be with me

I guess maybe my shine but I realize I fainted once

I guess maybe my passions but I wasn’t having priorities 

Then I guess my living but it was waste my all guesses are waste of time

After a long at night again 

I saw it is black but pure 

I saw it’s black but twinkling in night

Black but cool in my breathing

Black but bright in my heart

Black but glimpse in my life

Black but faithful in my promises

Black is a touch of mine

Black is a silent color of my life

I found it’s black because it’s has to be it is a shadow and 

The Shadow is mine 

Poem The Shadow is Mine by Sweetnida. by sweetnida

Poem: Cut it, Cut it & Cut it

…......Cut it, cut it & cut it.......

It’s a thing nobody will love it

Cut it, cut it & cut it

It’s a mistake nobody will done it

Cut it, cut it & cut it

It’s a pain nobody will heal it

Cut it, cut it & cut it

It’s a shadow nobody will touch it

Cut it, cut it & cut it

It’s a happiness nobody will have it

Cut it, cut it & cut it

It’s a night nobody will sleep in

Cut it, cut it & cut it

It’s a day nobody will joy in

Cut it, cut it & cut it

It’s my thoughts nobody would steal it

Poem : Hands with Nails

They are Soft not anyone can hold only A Special One

They are full of Care with Beauty

Sometimes Square

Sometimes Oval

With an Awesome Shine

Plenty of colours can made them more Gorgeous

They can show Love, Peace and modernity

Sometimes they are Bright

Sometimes Calm

Thicker but Shaped, they know how to bring the Style

Their Touching is sometimes Romantic

Sometimes Harsh

Their Language only A Hand can Understand

They are Like Crown for my Hands

I Love my Hands with Nails

Poem : The Day was dark enough

Poem “The Day was Dark Enough”

The day was rising the sun was shining enough

It was lighten up to brighten up my heart enough which was actually dark enough

The sparrows were humming enough birds were flying enough asking me to do the same but I was sealed enough wasn't able to smile enough

The fishes were diving enough and my soul was dying enough

My thoughts were crying enough wasn't able to write enough

My heart was blank enough like the color black is dark enough

My eyes were exhaling the tears enough because I was inhaling the pain enough

The garden was filled with flowers enough but the branches of my charms were hard enough

The day I cried enough because emotionally I was crashing enough

The day was cruel enough which takes my mum far enough

The Day was Dark Enough