College - Heaven full of friends!!

Ragging starts from fear and fright,
And finally gives us courage to loosen up, from being uptight.

Smiling during the class thinking of past,
Is the cutest thing of students sitting at the last.

Girls in same class are never the coolest,
Never give attention and are always the cruelest.

Friendship is counted on number of proxy,
But to know who is backstabbing is really tricksy.

Gazing at the lecturer and thinking of love,
Thoughts being pure and gentle as dove.

True meaning of love is never lucid,
Until tiny arrow is shot by cupid.

Bunking classes become matter of pride,
Racing and riding bike is the main thing in which we get bonafide

Exam is the time when everything else in the world becomes important,
Books come to kill and dreams become fantasy of every student.

Then we arrive to the last page of novel,
Which we end up calling farewell.

Tears end as promise to keep in touch,
And later we realize that future is never nonesuch.

I miss you Grandpa!!!!!!!

Grandpa I’ve so much to say,

I miss you each and every day.

I think of that time when your dreams became mine,

How you made me feel everything was fine.

The laughter that we shared,

Reminds me of the way you cared.

I miss you a lot grandfather,

I wish we had enough time to sit together.

You were the most wonderful man I’ve ever met,

Not being with you in your last days is something I’d always regret.

I hope heaven is a beautiful place,

 Everyone over there is filled with grace.

During lonely nights when twinkling stars I see,

I search for you, and wonder in which lucky star your pure soul would be.

Hope God’s angels in seventh heaven are taking your good care,

Although Grandma is the most beautiful angel and both of you are a wonderful pair.

I am and always will try to live upto your expectation,

And wish I somehow fulfill your anticipation.

May your soul rest in peace,

These words were hard to say, I’m shivering and about to freeze.

Magic Stick

I wish somehow someone gave me a magic stick,

Using which my life would be made up of colors that I pick,

In my beautiful dreams life is full of desirability,

Thing are queued up according to my priority,

One door open and the other close,

Every day, everyone in friends & family gives me a unique pose,

Life is a cute little puzzle,

Although the path is little ruffle,

I meet all those who are close to my heart,

Even those who are somehow poles apart,

I'm laughing, smiling and enjoying every moment there,

Feels like I'm the only person with whom these moments pair,

Using the magic stick I'd add my dreamland to the life I live,

Where I'd get the same amount of love, attention and care I give,

I wish somehow someone gave me a magic stick,

Using which my life would be made up of colors that I pick.