Delighted

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

The things we do not want to happen in life they are the only events which occur most frequently and without any notice. We can never turn back the pages of time, though we may wish to relive a happy moment. We never can, BECAUSE the sand of time continues to fall, and we can't turn the hourglass over. I live in a city where people consider themselves no less than ‘BRANDS’ …. This city is full of clutter that has no halt, where the reality is - each minute struggle to find one’s own space. Every day supplements new lesson and brings forth a new face of their vivacious existence. Each encounter brings the apprehension of losing pace. In order to regain the lost momentum, they start walking by the lanes with an aspiration to win but then fail to discover resources. Pretending to be stern believers of social ideologies, to become closer to what they want to be, they try to influence people by broadcasting their opinions and at times compelling them to be following the same……as...

Sometimes along life's pathways there will come a friend, who gets to know you inside out, right to the very end, The depth and height and width of all that makes you "You", And they continue liking you no matter what u do. When it comes to wishing u happiness I find my words just cant express All that i want them to,,, but then i think you can understand what i want u to............... and you have always understood....... i m sure you will know that many things my heart wants to say and would say................ but words can never show.............. if ever i cud be in a perfect world it cud only be with u as it cannot be true and is impossible thru .............. but let the thought of it be true ......... Whenever you feel blue think of something that was not of me and you Something out of the world and the imagination of its creator.......... May that help u to feel yourself in a perfect world full of joy and p...

Murk comes along with splendor but when things are resplendent They take away the murkiness Veil it at someplace, where it seems to be indiscernible; But who knows that this glory is “EPHEMERAL” And one day unwittingly turns into a gloom……… Days pass by, so do the months and years; Life stays the same whether it’s far or near. Somberness or aura walks hand in hand , To make vibrant the charisma of life That at times is BEAUTIFUL and at times PAINFUL. Though I don’t know who YOU were, But still I hold the sentiment of great grief; Unfathomable, which obligates me to bring out Something for YOU, and says you were a part of our proximal vicinity.

Sitting unaided amid the blonde walls of my cell In the urge of some Splendor …. Thought of portraying a Friend and his Amity, that turns a tough day into an idyllic expedition. He who looks good in all other colors on the earth, is rather very fond of the blush of the sky, would tell you to your face, what a STYLO you are, And Behind your back would defend your shortcomings before all others. Is more intriguing than the MOON, more charismatic than the subtle BREEZE ON a perfect afternoon, more striking than the SUNSET and my words are falling few… But I think that you should know Twinkling of billion stars I stare every night Can never match his glow Whose presence brings in an aura of Camaraderie Like a sea’s never ending flow The words that come straight from the heart of a friend are worth treasuring …. Though for a short time they may give a feel Of you travelling on a bumpy road …… BUT The essence of those words is worth che...

The day as usual turned into night Her eyes wanted to see some splendor She went out looked up above in the sky To find a diamond that could heal her sigh Saw a bright star, and was glaring at incessantly It took a blink of her eye for it to disappear……… It felt as if no one was there …….LONELY, SOLITARY…………. With an indefinite hope she took a turn to another one That looked much brighter under the charm of the beautiful silver moon The Crescent enlightened the lonely cloud That makes her feel loud As if she can stand out in the crowd