With pages
She turned her life
With characters she lived
Little did she know
There's a life outside
Where he always stood
Right beside her right
Wednesday, 30 July 2014
Sunday, 27 July 2014
My Best Friend
I met this gal three years ago. My
first impression for her was "my god! She's so weird!" The way she
ate, the way she walked and the way she talked was so different that I was
attracted towards her. Then the usual talking began. We two didn't even realize
when we became friends then best friends then roommate and now I call her as my
daughter. Though, I say so for fun as she's a little irresponsible and I have
to take care of her like reminding her to carry metro card!
It's her birthday today. She's away
from me enjoying summer vacations so I shared this video and poem with her as
they belong to her. Then, my stomach tickled and I decided to share it here
too.
I never knew I will have her
That smiling face, shining eyes and curved hair
My daughter as i call that gal
My best friend as they see her
"Don't hide your problems", she says to me
then I say it all making even tears free
When we look into each other eyes
there's a sea, full of love, care
and of talks as we had a journey of miles
small small fights that we have
over unwashed mug, untidy room
notes sharing and going out
but they ended before our walk in the moon
same age same health and same height
is what we have if looked from outside
but what we have common, is beyond these things
innocence, emotions, fears, likes, mind and understandings
Friday, 25 July 2014
It's Life!!
Life is full of colors. Yes, we do have some things
in life that we don't wanna see, know,understand or lose just like always wishing for our favorite color. But
we must remind ourselves that though we wish for our favorites but to know real happiness in life we must see,
know and experience every color!
Hate shouts
Love smiles
Ignorance kills
Care heals
Missing pains
What yours comes again
Envy burns
Freedom lives
It's all life it’s all life!
Wednesday, 23 July 2014
Monday, 21 July 2014
One life
We allow people to take decisions for us and that's
the reason of losing happiness because failure of our own decisions can never make us to
"regret". But, do take advises as I don't wanna spoil my readers'
mind. Here is a #micropoetry dedicated for being "myself",
(P.S. I love #micropoetries!!)
It's my world
My choices
My mistake
My wish
My regrets
They, who see,
need not to say a word
Friday, 18 July 2014
My "You"
"Now, listen to me
very carefully", Rohan directed her love, Nisha, while explaining their
project on fluid mechanics to her.
She was lost in his
thoughts looking at him with her eyes full of love and the discussion going
over her head.
He took a pause, looked
at her from the book and asked, "Got me?"
She amorously replied,
"Yeah! I got you...and you?"
The
fluid in mechanics took a romantic turn. He took her in his arms from the desk
she was sitting on and said, “Yeah! My “you””.
She giggled
and they smiled looking in each others' eyes.
#100WordsStory
Tuesday, 15 July 2014
Monday, 14 July 2014
Thursday, 3 July 2014
My Glasses
I have been wearing spectacles since my
sixth standard. I clearly remember that when I wore it for the first time I had
cleared the lenses after every minute though it wasn't dirty just to look at
them. Now, I rarely get time to do so. But I love my specs the same. I really
enjoy adjusting them on my nose while answering in class (A nerdy feeling!!)
But I must say; now I don't answer much in class as a normal
Indian-Engineering-Student who prefers to keep mum and look around. Sometimes, specs
irritate me too like in rain but now it's like my child who annoy you still you
love it.
Now it's my silly poem for my
beloved spectacles..
It is the
one with glasses two
hanging on
nose for a clearer view
It is the
one guiding my eyes
hiding my
blinks of my fear too shy
It is the
one the one preserving my beauty
showing my
nights of imaginations on duty
It is the
one which get foggy in steam
adjusting it
is like overlaying vex with attitude mean
It is the
one which get drenched in shining tears
cooking with
me stories when none fit to share
It is the
one listening to my ears
with strands
of my hair to settle there
It is the
one filtering your demeanor's sight
so be
careful it catches what's wrong or right
It is a
separable clung part of mine
revealing my
identity and the spent on book time
It is the
one without which I feel incomplete
as it serves
as a knight for lusting freak
Wednesday, 2 July 2014
Tuesday, 1 July 2014
Lost Balloon
That
balloon dreams
I
used to see
Are
gone
As
I grew
For
a rosy one
To
come
But
this child
Inside
Want
the same
Aha!
it's too insane .
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