Experiences, Poetry

I’ll Be Me

Woman painting walking in the park figurative art


Just a little bit out of control,

Some even call her crazy,

Others say that she’s adventurous and brave,

That she has the courage to simply be

They say it’s strange how she’s able to smile,

Even on the darkest days

And dare to lead, instead of follow

Trying to find her own way

Some call her a rebel,

They say, she never settles for less

And some say that she’s trouble

Always part of some kind of mess

Some look with eyes full of envy,

Wanting to be more like her

Others say that she’s full of secrets,

And gaze as they whisper

And her? Well she already knows

She greets them as she passes by,

Not afraid to be who she is

Because she has nothing to hide

And as night falls, she sits by the window

Staring at the pitch-black sky

She opens a book, pulls out a page

Finally, ready to set herself free

One word at a time,

She begins to write silently

“I know I’m one of a kind,

And you may not always agree,

But that’s the beauty of it all, in the end

You’ll be you,

And I’ll be me….”

She turns around, and looks up

Thanking the blanket of stars for being so kind

For spreading nothing but brightness

In a world where a reason to smile was sometimes hard to find……



One in a Million


You’re the wave in the ocean,

As bright as the sun

You’re the star in the sky,

Admired by everyone

You’re the song which one could hear ,

over and over again

The color of a rainbow,

The now to every then

You’re the piece of a puzzle,

The key to a heart

A reason for anyone,

To make a new start

You’re as precious as a diamond,

A pearl in the sea

A perfect example of someone,

Everyone wants to be

Your a ray of hope,

A magic spell that can stun,

You’re one in a million,

With the power of a million in one..


Story of a Superstar

Balanchine (3)

She peeked outside the curtain,

 To see how many people had come

The number seemed to be huge,

“There must be 100 in here!” shouted someone

She couldn’t believe her eyes, her heart was racing

This was the moment, for which she had been waiting

A matter of a few minutes, and then all would be done,

Secretly she hoped that she would be noticed by someone

She took a deep breath, and closed her eyes for a while,

To remember how he had told her, that she had a beautiful smile

“You’re always going to shine”, was what he had said,

“I love you dad”, she repeated in her head

And as they announced her name,

She opened her eyes and smiled

Nothing was the same

With a stride of confidence, she walked up on stage

And began to do her magic, to amaze

The audience was silent,

All they did was gaze

And at the end, when she took her final stance,

There was a thunder of applause,

Her heart began to dance

She had done it, she was now a super star

“Dad, you must be proud of me”, she said

“No matter where you are!”