I know what you think,
I know what you say,
i dont have any issues,
And you may.
you might think i m dirty,
you might think i m bad,
but knowing you views
about me, i am so Glad.
what do you think of yourself,
what do you think of me,
yes i m telling you,
you are not the king of the world.
you might think you are superior,
but we too are not inferior,
you might have been given the authority,
but let me remind you,
this is not your Autocracy.
you might have been a World for me for quite a few days,
but this time i gonna show you my middle finger,
and make a world of my own.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Is this called love
The days were beautiful,
The nights so eventful,
The dreams of you i saw,
Were all so wonderful.
The moments of your smile,
Those words which you say with style.
The body-language with which you talked,
Are still fresh in my mind.
The laughter of your friends,
The cloths of those trends,
The class in which we used to study,
The class with friendship bands.
The moment I talked to you,
The moment you replied,
the moment we were togather,
Now, I cannot hide.
Those shiny hair on your face,
Your maturity and that grace,
Those dimple's on your cheeks,
your eyes, whom love seeks.
But since the classes ended,
Our ways in other direction bended.
Now the nights are not so calm,
the days too are at alarm.
I still search for you in the empty class..
Like searching water in the empty glass.
Still hoping that you would come,
I come to the class every day.
Waited, waited in the room,
some times studied, some times prayed.
I hope you would come one day.
You also love me that every one say.
I love you from the deepest of my HEART.
This is MY HEART where you stay.
The nights so eventful,
The dreams of you i saw,
Were all so wonderful.
The moments of your smile,
Those words which you say with style.
The body-language with which you talked,
Are still fresh in my mind.
The laughter of your friends,
The cloths of those trends,
The class in which we used to study,
The class with friendship bands.
The moment I talked to you,
The moment you replied,
the moment we were togather,
Now, I cannot hide.
Those shiny hair on your face,
Your maturity and that grace,
Those dimple's on your cheeks,
your eyes, whom love seeks.
But since the classes ended,
Our ways in other direction bended.
Now the nights are not so calm,
the days too are at alarm.
I still search for you in the empty class..
Like searching water in the empty glass.
Still hoping that you would come,
I come to the class every day.
Waited, waited in the room,
some times studied, some times prayed.
I hope you would come one day.
You also love me that every one say.
I love you from the deepest of my HEART.
This is MY HEART where you stay.
Monday, November 1, 2010
My First Valentine.
Thinking about valentine,
i think of a girl
who i am gonna find one day,
where ever she may be.
Ah! My First Valentine,
who would it be,
search is still on for her,
will she let herself to complete me.
In my memories i have a image
that is still not so clear,
i m waiting for you,
please, come to me dear.
Let this image be clear when we meet.
that would be memory of my lifetime thats "so sweet".
I can imagine when we meet,
will give you a kiss, to greet.
then will take your hand in mine,
and that would be the feeling so divine.
will look in your eyes and say those golden words
then would fly away to the world like Love birds.
(to be contd.......)
i think of a girl
who i am gonna find one day,
where ever she may be.
Ah! My First Valentine,
who would it be,
search is still on for her,
will she let herself to complete me.
In my memories i have a image
that is still not so clear,
i m waiting for you,
please, come to me dear.
Let this image be clear when we meet.
that would be memory of my lifetime thats "so sweet".
I can imagine when we meet,
will give you a kiss, to greet.
then will take your hand in mine,
and that would be the feeling so divine.
will look in your eyes and say those golden words
then would fly away to the world like Love birds.
(to be contd.......)
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