Wednesday, 30 July 2014

A Busy Tale

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

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

#15 Quote


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


Call him silly
He doesn't care his heart
Call her insane
She doesn't care the world

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.


Monday, 14 July 2014

Flying World

In our lost world,

We fly

With Some dreams

So weird

Some so high…

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

#13 Quote

Small things make you happy as they show "care".


If you show
It's not love
 If it comes
Unknowingly as sun
Then, it's a turn
Of True love

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 
Want the same
Aha! it's too insane .