The sun has done it's duty
And now...it's handing over the sky to the moon.
The sky and air sound gloomy....
People...there are crying
Some are family and some are friends
He was there...he was just there!
I had met him last year...
And I saw him last week
He was different from the herd
And asked me to relax...
during our stressful exams.
He made everyone smile...
I remember when he told me,
about him being the best teacher in the world
He was just of my age
But now...he is no more.

I want to write poems
Day and night...I feel like doing this
But the words are lost...
I try to find them in the sky
I try to find them under the table
But they are lost...
The change is not an easy one
With every new day...I discover
a new smile...a new tear...
a new hate...a new love...
every single day I find something new.
Waiting to get myself back soon.

I don't have wings
But I wanna know the feeling when a bird flies.
On the first day of spring ,
I wanna free myself from all the ties.
Migrating from one place to another,
The places I have been having my worn out feather.
My destination is nowhere ,
I just want to explore.
Why be knowing anyone ,
When I can know myself little more.
Thinking about bad weather can stop me from flying ,
I'll trust my feather and I won't stop trying.
One day I will fall and I want to fall like a feather.
Not too early ,
Swinging in the mid air with feathers altogether.