Regrets and Mistakes

Then I flew, and now I cry,
For a mistake, that is now making me die,
I'm trapped, as a punishment, in the dark,
I try to remember, the games I played in the park.

Red, blue, and green lines, I saw on a stack of papers,
I was hungry and I thought them wafers.
Sarcastically, they lied alone,
Out the prison, they were ready to be blown.

At an end, a beam of light struck it and me,
As if, it was from heaven, telling a way to flee.
It was glittering those papers and it caught my eye,
Despite of being my inspiration, I said it goodbye.

Now I'm out and I'm delightful,
But I'm gloomy, for the papers in the dark,  which were helpful,
The grief has made me realize my mistake,
I swear, I'll always fill the help's blank space.

— Shantanu Shubham

The Twilight

Red in the left, blue in the right,
Yes, it was the time of twilight.
The heavenly mist above the meadows was so beautiful and loud,
As if I was watching them by standing on cloud.

The sunlight, from sun, came to me,
As if it was imprisoned and has just been set free.
It struck me, its warmth had delighted my mood,
Trust me, it felt so good.

Then I saw some of the most beautiful and prettiest flowers of the Earth,
They appeared so fresh, as if they had just taken birth,
Those pink and blue blossoms appeared smiling,
And because of this I'm writing this rhyming.

I will remember and I will never forget,
I swear, whoever watches that scene, will never regret,
I stood there astonished and I was sentimental,
Until I realized that it was transcendental.

— Shantanu Shubham