Delighted

Aspirations high, ambitions bizarre Wanted to touch the sky But was pulled down every time Was like a fluid, Could be frozen and then released As and how wanted But was taken for granted As if lifeless Caged in the bars of social prejudice And then said “now you are a free bird” Disregard of the compression…. it remained flexible. And the fancy of it to flow Wasn’t lost…. Trying to rise at each trough to touch the crest of the Zigzag it went on without the fear of evaporation.

What is love, Love can't see you but you can see it, it is a sneaky thing I guess sort of slick something that can hurt and heal, can be born and killed. Love has won and Love has lost Love can catch and Love can toss it can stand and fall its small and tall Love is right and Love is wrong Love is weak but Love is strong its up and down can smile and frown Love is good and Love can be bad Love is quite and Love can brag it is a little and a lot continues and stops Love can hope and Love can dream Love can talk and Love can sing it can be a word or a ring. Its nothing but everything So where is this thing we call Love I dont know the only real love we have Does it comes from above…..???

One month to go The most beautiful phase of life Will become history Sitting in the classroom Amongst my mates Just aroused a thought Leading me to nowhere But a juncture of memories That embraced many aspirations SOME of which have come true In the voyage started from the past With many shadows to cast And fill the present with a blast! To make the future excellent Bring in affluence and happiness The desire to fulfill the REST taught How to get through tough times And to deal with those Who say you are mine I can do anything for you But prove to be untrue One month to go The most beautiful phase of life Will become history The journey through the doldrums Was more of fun than boredom Three-fourth walls of the hostel facilitating proficient grapevine brought in dynamism under one ceiling Sleepless nights and early mornings Tedious assignments, presentations But still hilarious midnight birthday celebrations Chitchat with friends Those infinite laughters and the cheerful evenings aft...

As in all things truly worthwhile in life, love is an art, sketched and painted atop a canvas of mutual respect the colors of which blend and advocate the roots of trust. Just like the 2 sides of a coin Juxtaposed, Though facing different directions But still walking together Holding Hand in hand This is how when I met you I felt I met myself somewhere Though we didn’t speak much but It was as beautiful as talking to life Moments were fleeting And I was turning numb Wanted to catch the eye It felt like a stint in the paradise But to comprehend you were dumb. Saw a light shining bright Generously guiding me to the abode Where I could feel alright It revealed the unfathomable deep seated substance that was veiled by ignorance Which obligates me to burn And not fade away In a stranger’s love As Self Love Is The Greatest Love