Fresh memories you make each day, Deep down you travel thee way, My love you made me smile Wen each morning cup of tea occur by my side, Dressing up is never boring wen u stand by and admire Colors though not my game as court is always my way But you being in town…
The gloomy way we talked over, Things were tore apart, I hold the words as never did before, Might be I don’t want to untie the tags we made around, You came into dark world when fling of my heart was around, Wrapping the flings, with sowing of different reasons to grin, A word or…
“As a child we used to dream, Of toys, chocolates and ice-cream. But after a certain age as we grow, The dreams become filled with sadness and woe. Broken windows can still show dreams, Shattered lies we can’t ever seem to redeem. Shreds of truth on a pane of glass, A broken dream that came…
Cinderon had hardly cried. while he cleaned and cooked and fried. His life was terrible, his bosses very bad. All in dared was to look so sad. His father was fat and extremely mad. In fact, he was his step-dad. His first step-brother was tall and thin. His voice sounded like knocking on the tin.…
If maths runs the earth, I prefer living on Mars; The teacher’s pen destroys my paper, with nasty sad scars Ratios and proportion, what ’bout my concentration?’ sets and integers, Bring confusion and tears, A quadratic equation, brings easy frustration, A linear equation? I’m all in desperation! I’ve heard there’s life on Mars, And if…
Through the clear glass panel in front, splashed with stray raindrops now and then wiped carelessly away by arms of rubber, I can see … The long, black path before me. Black, tar-coated and hot is the road -a future … a glance into an equally clear rear-view mirror gives me a picture in the…
She was alone at home (In New city) feeling loneliness, Scared And in tension how She will face her first day in office Out of sudden Her cell rang and a familiar voice was there He told her what to do How to behave How to remain motivated AND EVERYTHING And again a call vanish…
I heard someone calling my name one day, My imagination or really I can not say. It was the voice of a painful soul, The voice was from far, and old. It was wispy and husky, Like was somebody, From the past. Somebody from the dead anon. The voice did hypnotize. For I followed it…
When at late nights I go in blanket I don’t know why my heart remember her unknowingly I don’t make any additional efforts to remember her It comes automatically And then I open my mobile for reading some of memorable screenshot of our chats On reading 2 to 3 slides I feel some of tears…
My brother’s mad on motorcars. Although, if you happened to ask him about the steering. He’d probably reply its a handlebar. It happened like this one fine day. We were at his friend’s house to play. His friend called us to the garage and showed us the Punk, His daddy’s latest piece of junk…
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