Biography of Warrior Writes
I write poems as a way to unwind. Usually I write poems where my opinions are showcased either in a funny way or in a rhythmic way. I do believe that Happiness and Sadness are a part of a same coin. I also believe that sometimes you just have to go on a battle and fight for your right.
Warrior Writes Poems
Days In Hurry
The days go as if they are in a hurry It makes everyone grow in a hurry Losing the touch of innocence, There was a time once,
When I Stand On Stage All Alone
Who knows what the future holds, As I stand on stage all alone. My hands are getting cold, With a shiver down the spine,
What To Do
What to do what to do Nothing to do, have no clue Apart from heaps of work to do But not what me wants to do
The Shadows Of Boredom
Driving My Old Car
Driving my old car, I have it with me, I drive it with my bag, and my teddy. We have taken on the road travelling, For I want to spend my time smiling.
Sitting in a chair with fingers typing What a fool there is who is always dying The inner child is almost always crying Every job hated that’s where applying.
Chasing The Right Time
Day comes when one loses hope, What one can do, does not know Then what can one do to sow? The seeds of glee, and be happy;
I Want Liberation
I am scared of my hesitations, They show me my limitations. I want to find my inspiration, As I have my own aspirations.
I Sing A New Song
I sing a new song, I hate to be wrong I often do fall but I rise and
What You Want
What is it in life that you want? A vegetable soup or a chocolate cake You got choice, that s all you get Go for something that you long,
Lost a bit of fun, lost a bit of game Time made sure I am not same I have lost something on my way Something new still I have gained
Key To Survive
Finding the key to something big, Only a true person can do something about it. With a golden heart and a will to survive, Fight and lose and win with might,
Hair is frizzy, they have gone crazy
so hard, so brittle they make me hazy
what to do about these unruly hair
they are such a constant worry
messy hair for which they are sorry
for them I wrote a small poetry
as they are in the end my crowning glory