Chai to gas par chadhee h,
Tu kyun mujhse door khadi h.
Yahan mere paas akar ek jhappi to Dede,
Pyari si awaz se "good morning" to kehde.
Na dekhun subh subh jo kabhi chehre tera,
Lagta h poora din
There was a time
There lived a prince charming
And there lived his sunshine.
They met once, they met twice
And it went on till it was "quince"
Just fifth and all had changed
Things had grown more
Thinking of u this morning makes me cry...
I really love u I don't know why...
killing my time watching the sky....
I know am not your dream boy...
As am a useless guy...
But I promise that i will
Distant you, Distant me
Never knowing when we will meet.
As near as near can be.
This will become real
And not a dream!
Note: Someone else's poem inspired me to coin these words. Dedicated to the
really loved the description of the girl and love for the girl possessed by his lover Guess a girl is lucky (not me )....... :)
To the girl whose beauty is present in all seasons
I tell you why you
There is something,
which attracts me towards you
something that makes me
think about you
Are you a Magician?
who does magic on me.
Or a magnet
which is pulling me.
Sometimes you behave like
You saw me, on a cross road,
I was cherished and satiated,
Into my own world, fascinated,
You were sad, under invisible load,
We jumped, we walked together,
No destination, free and tranquil,
I waited and waited for you to come online
But probably there was something else on your mind
There are nights that we are far apart
And the days too that are even further apart.
Nights, for there
If every day isn't enough,
I've got to tell you today,
How much I love you,
In every possible way.
I've learnt to live for real,
To live through all that I do.
I don't need dreams any more,
I was walking on the road all alone
Without hoping to have someone known
I had accepted things the way they were
With no wish for anything dear
Then you came my way
Made a moment out of each day
Was it the rains in which we danced?
Or was it the raindrops which we glanced?
Was the cycle ride that we had had,
Or was it the tire puncture that made us glad?
Was it the assignments that we
I wrote this long time ago, say 8 months back, you can see the immaturity in every sentence of it. And one more thing, I am sure if anyone reads this(I am not sure anyone will ever), he/she would
She was there sitting alone,
Ane here I was going crazy,
Her long hair, beautiful face, stuck in my heart.
She was there dancing madly,
I was watching her stealthily,
And I didn't want this moment to
Here I stand with my stretched arms,
Waiting for her to fill the gaps in my heart,
Here is me, looking for a glimpse of that personality,
The eyes need nothing more, but that sight which will be so
Months ago I asked her to meet me,
She said "Oh! I'll see!"
Till date I'm waiting for her,
When will that beautiful day be?
She met accidentally somewhere,
But she didn't even say me Hi,
I looked at
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