What do you see when you look at the sky?You stop right there or try to go high?Is there something beyond your blink?Think humans think! Why the grass green? Why the sky blue?Perhaps is it just how we humans view?Why the red is red and why the pink is pink?Think humans think! Why should we …
I gazed at the city, for a little too longer Before I left it behind and before I began to slumber.I woke up, hoping for one more chance to look beyond.The view had already shattered and haze grew stronger. I opened my eyes and bags at a familiar placeCollected the nostalgia and kept it in …
We danced with joy, for it was time to go home;With all the assignments, which are now unknown.Drenched in the happiness and no sorrows owned,Hardly could I think, these days would be gone. The 8 pm dinner calls, racing to the dinner hall,Late leaves were a must for roaming in the dusk.Getting back …
Couple of months have passed since I last unscrambled the thread,Hiding in the closet or rolling under the bed.As I pondered upon my hanker to knit it someday,The threads were all now clot and dead. Deemed at last, the ends would never meet,Thought of threads to have become obsolete.Then I saw a peeping thread, …
Asked the waves to take me along,they kissed my feet and left me forlorn.City lights that shined over the horizon,Kept me gazing and I was alone. But the muddy clouds pushed me into sorrowAnd I looked for someone whose happiness I could borrow.And the sound of lashing waves tickled my earsAs I went searching …
Tell me not in mournful numbers, life is but an empty dream. Just because it strikes your eyes like a laser beam. Courage, faith and patience; that’s all you must keep, As you have to go miles before you sleep. The soul is already dead that slumbers, And the breath falls out to be just …
Not everyday but thrice a week, ping me on my phone, As I am not habited to staying alone. I promise to keep wisdom always in my bones, For you all might know that I shall always miss my home. Greet my grandparents I know if I couldn’t, Don’t think I’ll turn weak and know …
When I was in nursery, I was absolutely dumb, I literally had no ideas while you came up with some. Whenever something snags me, your name is what I hum, This is the reason why I call you ‘Mum’. As the fever encountered me, you turned up with a plum, Even the most boring meal …
Believe me, you are more than just a friend, For those things I could never lend, Instead you portrayed memories that shall never end, Trust me, you are more than just a friend. The empire of friendship you wished to mend, The bricks of love I wished to spend, The stories that will always ascend, …
The break of dawn takes me to look forward for its way, Where the gleaming clouds have turned themselves into hay. Waiting for that dried mud to turn up into clay, All I am waiting for, is a rainy day. The sizzling chirp of the leaves chooses me to play, For it does know that …