Unicorn

Unicorn, unicorn, creature of fantasy
Such magnificent creation of great beauty
Leaving thy wonders of thy mystery
That is pondered upon, is thy creature of reality?

In what distant dream or land?
Bring sparkle of dust in thy mind
With power of greatness to define
Where mortal worship with divine?

Graceful strut with speed of light
Worship by the honorable knight
Staying true to the land of bright
Making way for the midnight flight

What the horn? What the wings?
What happiness does this creature brings?
What its forms? What exquisite being?
What wonders is this creature creating?

When the storm brings out its fury,
And the sun shone down and shiny,
Is the unicorn no more alive?
Or merely a dream we don’t realize?

Unicorn, unicorn, creature of fantasy
Such magnificent creation of great beauty
Leaving thy wonders of thy mystery
That is pondered upon, is thy creature of reality?

p/s:
This poem Zaza and I wrote for our Lit2 class. This is worth 2 marks and apparently Mr.Najmi really liked it and he gave us 3 marks instead...how kewl is that??!!hehe...:)

Picture Perfect (Child Prodigy)

I am not you,
and you are certainly not me,
I crave for your touch, attention, and your all,
I keep on running, but there is nowhere to hide,
I am going, I am going and I am gone.

The trees are swaying as the branches dance merrily,
I long to be merry, thus I am nowhere near.

I am different, I know I am,
There is no doubt,
There is no denying,
I am me, and there is not more than that,
A soul trapped, by the demands of life.

Trapped, hurt, lost,
In people's perception of the picture perfect.


"Every true genius is bound to be naive."
Friedrich Schiller

A Piece of Heaven

(Sender)

Here I lay, cool and calm,
The air at ease with the gentle wind,
The deep blue sea, welcoming, exquisite,
As the waves were mellow, biding me farewell.

The palm tree dance like there is no tomorrow,
Its heart gleam with all its might,
The sun shines its ray below,
As if it was saying "Hello".

As I lay here cool and calm,
Reminiscing the days that were gone,
I may not be at home,but I felt at ease,
Like the air that blew that very instance.

I won't be long,
I won't be gone.
I will be back,
Back at home,

Bringing you a little piece of Heaven.


(Receive)

I hear you say,
You were at ease,
Delighted to hear,
That you are there.

The sea is calm,
I can tell,
Your tone is fresh,
Delighted with the heaven.

The heaven is sweet,
I know it is,
By the postcard that I receive,
You bring me that piece.

That little piece of heaven.

"Every true genius is bound to be naive."
Friedrich Schiller

Tonight

(Sending)

The night is young,
The moon is bright,
My heart is flustering with delight,
My every move were triggered by my memory of you,
Wondering if you were remembering of me too,
I am gay, and I hope you are too,
But there is one little thing that I want from you;
Not the stars in the sky, or the blooming dandilions,
at the back of your yard,
But only, to know if you would join me for tonight?

(Receive)

My heart is aching as I see you dance,
Move slowly in an un rythmatic way,
Your sway is not as smooth as ice,
But your face is gleemed with fresh lights,
The night is young, it certainly is,
I thought of tonight but I am nowhere,
But, you are there,
Here is the night, that has danced away.


"Every true genius is bound to be naive."
Friedrich Schiller