Gulrukh's Palette: My Creative Writing Zone

Reasons for Writing

Why I write.......

Because my mind is full of ideas

Because my eyes are full of dreams

Because of thoughts that crowd my brain

Because I can and want to share

Because I must or my head will explode

Because I have lots of things to say

Because of bills that I have to pay

Because I saw things I must tell

Because some say I write quite well

Because I enjoy and love to write

Because it makes me cheerful and bright

Because of things that awe and inspire

Because of hopes that shouldn't expire

Because I have ambitions that I cherish

Because I have visions that mustn't perish

Because of life that teaches us lessons

Because those lessons make us care

To give voice to those who cannot fight

To give words to those who cannot write

Confessions of a Pizza Junkie

A pizza for breakfast, a pizza for lunch
A pizza for dinner, I would love to munch

Let it be round, let it be square
If it's a pizza, I really don't care

Pizza with pepperoni, pizza with cheese
I'll have another and more of these.

My pizza is hot, my pizza is yummy
Hear that growl? That's my tummy.

Thin crust or deep pan, vegetable or meat
Roasted or grilled, melting in the heat

Olives and tomatoes, onions and bell pepper
On Parmesan or ricotta, mozzarella or cheddar

Top it with cheese, herbs and spices
I'll eat it whole, no need for slices.

Crispy and zesty, tasty and crunchy
All these have made me a big pizza junky

Take my burger, have my sandwich
Stare if you want, beg if you wish.

Smell the aroma, just don't come near.
That's my pizza and I'll never share.

Poetry: Puddles

There was once a naughty little lad

His tricks and jokes drove people mad

When it rained, he'd jump in puddles

And splash water all over Mr. Cuddles.

More water over the neighbor's cat

And all over Mr. Hodge's tall hat.

Murky water all over his sister's toy

Oh, isn't he a naughty little boy?

He'd splash water over anyone who came near

Got them all wet but he just didn't care.

"I won't play with you", said his friend.

"You got me wet, your ways must mend."

Little Tommy laughed and jumped from the wall

Into muddy puddles, some big, others small

A big shiny red truck speedily roared by

Making Tommy jump up with a loud cry

Its wheels churned up the puddle water

Over Tommy, it all spluttered and spattered

Drenched and cold, dirty and draggled

Poor Tommy went home, sad and straggled

Poetry: A Day at the Beach

On a bright sunny day, a picnic would be fun

n the sandy beach, under the glittering sun

With yellow sand beneath the bare feet

And a dip in blue water to beat the heat

Watching children as they tumble and play

Laughing and carefree, all worries at bay

Throwing a Frisbee or chasing the ball

Building sand castles, hearing seagulls call

Watching the foamy waves as they ebb and flow

Hearing the sailors shout as their boats come and go

Picking the seashells and pressing them to ear

Ageless songs trapped within, all for us to hear

Tasting the salty wind as it blows across the beach

Telling me, a perfect day to enjoy is just within my reach

Poetry: Socks (Hold your noses)

My mum bought me a pair of socks
With tiny circles and mighty blocks

Pink and purple, blue and white
Aren't they a pretty sight?

My feet were cold, my toes were numb
Not wearing socks sure was dumb.

I put them on and they were snug
I gave my mum a very big hug.

I wore them even while I slept
And on my feet, they were kept

They are brown, once they were pink.
They were clean but now they stink.

Now all I need is a new pair of socks.
With tiny circles and mighty blocks

Pink and purple, blue and white
Won't they be a pretty sight?

A Treasure Chest

Deep beneath blue waters
Dwells an old sunken ship.
In there lies a treasure chest,
Greed and avarice at its best.

Glinting silver coins aplenty,
Gold bars and a necklace pearly.
Some diamond pins and a ruby ring,
And a glittering crown for a king.

An ivory fan and sapphire bracelets,
Jeweled cups and emerald anklets.
Heap upon heap, mound upon mound
There it lies, waiting to be found.

It took the lives of men depraved
A treasure lost in a wet, muddy grave