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Come To Me


When I wait for you
my eyes are with me except their sights
when I wait for you
I see only you instead of this-worldly wrong or right

When I wait for you
there’s a smile waving my lips
when I wait for you
I walk on roads without destination and no one to greet 


When you come to me
my eyes have a world within
When you come to me
I leave everything for your shoulder to lean 

When you come to me
there’s a song in our story
when you come to me
I just dream of it as a forever glory.





It’s Life!!

Life is full of colors. Yes, we do have some things in life that we don’t wanna see, know,understand or lose just like always wishing for our favorite color. But we must remind ourselves that though we wish for our favorites but to know real happiness in life we must see, know and experience every color!
Hate shouts
Love smiles
Ignorance kills
Care heals
Missing pains
What yours comes again
Envy burns
Freedom lives
It’s all life it’s all life!

My Glasses

I have been wearing spectacles since my sixth standard. I clearly remember that when I wore it for the first time I had cleared the lenses after every minute though it wasn’t dirty just to look at them. Now, I rarely get time to do so. But I love my specs the same. I really enjoy adjusting them on my nose while answering in class (A nerdy feeling!!) But I must say; now I don’t answer much in class as a normal Indian-Engineering-Student who prefers to keep mum and look around. Sometimes, specs irritate me too like in rain but now it’s like my child who annoy you still you love it.
Now it’s my silly poem for my beloved spectacles..
It is the one with glasses two
hanging on nose for a clearer view
It is the one guiding my eyes
hiding my blinks of my fear too shy
It is the one the one preserving my beauty
showing my nights of imaginations on duty
It is the one which get foggy in steam
adjusting it is like overlaying vex with attitude mean
It is the one which get drenched in shining tears
cooking with me stories when none fit to share 
It is the one listening to my ears
with strands of my hair to settle there
It is the one filtering your demeanor’s sight
so be careful it catches what’s wrong or right
It is a separable clung part of mine
revealing my identity and the spent on book time
It is the one without which I feel incomplete
as it serves as a knight for lusting freak