It’s a Sunday

 It’s a Sunday
But on any other day too the sun comes
out from east and breaks the day
Then what is so different on a Sunday that
we call it Sunday and not a Monday
everyday is a Sun’s day for without it there would be no day
and not night and then how would be get a Sunday

The rainbow

The rainbow
The rainbow shines on a rainy day
Yet it brings hope of a bright day
It paints the sky in colors that are pristine and true
It announces and declares that its here to help everyone
Beat their blues

My heart

Love does not live here anymore
Love cannot live here any more
Its said that love lives in one’s heart
Then how can love here when
I have lost you my heart?

Love

Love
Love is that over-rated emotion
That people try to find
In strange places, In nooks and corners
Yet it’s neither seen nor found
to find it you have to lose your heart
Some time it breaks and then it aches
Yet love can find you or elude you
It’s all a matter of luck and chance