Poetry is said to be the first form of literature. It unfolds feelings with a brief expression of words. I am presenting this Zoetrope to the readers in the interest of sharing my ardent feelings and vision when I traverse my surroundings. The scenario may be common, but the vision differs, and the pen inscribe it as on a stone tablet which will reincarnate when a reader touches it. All these poems are soliloquies when I close all windows to the outside world and open the door to my own shore. Mind is free to tread anywhere in seconds on a flying horse or magic carpet. There I am the princess, me the child, adolescent crazy lover, mother