Die schöne weiße Feder

Down on the other side of the road came tumbling down, a beautiful feather!
As soft as a bird's wing
But deep inside the feather's nerves seemed red like wine
The poor feather escaped from the butcher
Weeping and bursting into tears, it managed to flee
Who knows if its drop of tears were the red colour inside!
But the poor feather didn't display outside what it felt inside! The beautiful white feather! 

If you want to win!

A poem for myself

Life was boring
Came School, came college, came work
Monotonous lifestyle! Why don't I have else anything to do? 
I looked for a change
Came the deadly rains
Came the deadly floods
Came the best days
Came the friends
Came the sharing joy
Came the time to throw the fear out
Fear to speak
Fear to think different
Fear of heights
Fear of people

I went on the road
It was a lovely morning on my motorcycle
It was 6am
I always wanted to do something with waste
I played with waste
That gave me joy
I collected trash
It felt like Bash

Plastic or shit
Crazy people

I asked myself
Why don't we change
I didn't have an answer
I answered it myself, change myself

I went behind challenges one by one
German gave me a lovely support
I started running
Crazy morning, lovely Breeze, cute bird chirps
Life started to see the change

I smiled at people
I talked, I motivated people
I sold my motorcycle and got myself a wonderful Merida bicycle
I raced with the motorcycles
I raced with the dogs
I was enjoying it

She was as beautiful as a Bumblebee!

I like to be alone just leave me
She wept and went
I realised she was alone
I called her
But she wasn't there
I went looking for her
She was looking for me
We met at the crossing with a bit of a dancing
We shouted in joy, like the sound of a toy
 
She was so beautiful
Her presence was full of flamboyance
She liked crockeries, We went looking for Potteries
She loved to cook but sat there like a book
She loved to mock but got into a state of a shock
Her energy was like a battery which she displayed like a gallery

I wish she was there
I wrote to her but she gave me a damn
I apologised to her but she refused
I think about her every moment but I fail to connect to her every moment
She walked with an umbrella when I first met her
She was so beautiful like a peacock
I sat along the beach amazed by her eyes
She had lovely eyes like an eagle
We fought, we shared, we cried
Atlast, she went on her own path only to never return again

Life in 3D which I call Triathlon

People smoked, I swam
People drank, I cycled
People slept, I ran

If life is 1 dimensional, mine is 3 dimensional
I hate procrastination but I can be late

I feared of heights but I dived into the water
I hate fishes but I enjoyed their bite
They swim with me, liking the spirit in me

I loved silence, I loved peace
I climbed the hills, I loved the trails
I saw the white monkeys, they were acting like donkeys
Their eyes made contact with mine, as if staring like at wine
Deep Woods, steep routes
Total darkness, just madness
Wonderful pebbles, water giggles
I set my foot, it became cold
I shout in joy because I'm still a young boy

Try II :

I wished to swim
I went to the Open waters
It felt like bliss
I jumped in and later realised I can't swim
But I didn't shout in fear
I was in a relationship with the water
I slowly learned to swim
I saw the freestyles and the breast strokes
I held a paddle board and flipped my leg
It felt real pleasure