When I look at those kids coming to school,
Trembling and reluctant to leave mom's hand,
I get very emotional,
Because I remember my own days.

How wonderful those days were,
When we loved everyone
And everyone loves us.

How happy we were at that time,
When we played all day and night.
Really those days were awesome,
When meaning of stress was unknown.

Now when i look on my broken toys ,
I really cry hard,
Because those days won't be back.

I wish we would never grow old,
Because in this world people are full of stress and worries,
There are very less reasons of being happy,
Now more than enjoying present,
We ponder over mistakes of past,
And what will happen in future.

I just wish we could go back to past,
A big dream it has become,
Those memorable days of childhood.

Best companion to a sister,
Yes I am talking about a brother.
The month of August is what,
Most people eagerly wait for.
How beautiful the day is,
When a saves his pocket money for his dear sis.
How wonderful it is to see all sisters,
Choosing the best Rakhi for their brothers.
A bro is the best gift of God,
Having one is really a proud.
The one who can make his sis girl cry,
But can't see a single tear because of someone other.
Fighting, arguing and then loving,
That's why this relation is pleasing.
Elder or younger,
A brother should be there.
Luckiest  to have a few of them by my side
Who are always there for me any time
Elders to act like dad,
Younger to get scolded by dad.
Elder to teach us,
Younger to tease us.
And the best one is of same age,
Who helps uh in every stage.
No words to explain,
How much I love them.
Can fight with the world,
Just for them.

That day when I opened my eyes,
Something different was there that morning,
I found myself sleeping beside a barbie doll,
I just couldn't believe my eyes.
That doll was unusual,
She moved her hands and legs and cried a lot.
'my birthday gift' mom announced aloud.
And I felt myself on the seventh sky,
Her smile was everything I loved alot .
Her first cry ,her first smile.,
Those memories are still alive.
I was the happiest person on the earth ,
When she first called Di.
We fight ,we argue,
But we love each other that is true.
The best companion for life,
Has been the best birthday gift of life.
I don't know sis how to thank you,
All my life I promise to be with you.
We will prove my dear sis our bond the very best.
I love you from the bottom of my heart
But proving is a bit hard.
I wish you complete those dreams which I couldn't,
I wish you reach those stages where I couldn't,
I wish we sleep every night like this,
Waking up beside my little sis.

We play holi with colours,
And soldiers play it with guns and rifles.
At the risk of their own life,
They give us comfortable sleep and life.

A soldier is never sure of his life ,
And will he ever meet his daughter, son and wife.
Hats off and a dozen of salute,
Is nothing above a soldier and his sacrifice.
Besides a soldier his family also compromises,
Children sometimes starve to spent time with their father,
Mother's sometime don't even get to see dead bodies of their only son.
And what to say about the love of a wife,
Her sacrifices and compromises are just priceless.
After death a soldier is only remembered for a month or two,
Media is told to stay away too.
Payment of his life is done by some amount of money,
Is that all our duty towards our indian army?
This often chills my spine,
And brings a million years in my eyes.

A great salute to the Indian Army,
From the bottom of my heart.
I would help them anytime if they need me,
With each and everything I have.

A home away from home,
Is how I merily define a school.
Running in silent corridors,
Not wanting to go in morning assemblies,
Finishing lunch while teacher's teaching,
Passing chits when they caught us gossiping.
Our tiffin boxes were empty before recess,
Fun was snatching other's lunch then.
Years later don't know will these be remembered or not,
But those 'samosas of canteen' will really be missed a lot.
When teachers said " go out if you don't want to study"
We looked at each other to ask if they are ready.
We will really miss kabaddi and volley ball matches,
Between seniors and juniors.
Those lovely days of early ages,
And the open books with curly pages.
I will really miss each and every class,
Whether nursery or twelfth.
We will really miss,
The boring exercise of Saturdays,
And the 'Arora patties' on roadways.
We were sent to gain knowledge,
But we had all sorts of fun and games.
To teachers sending us out of class was a punishment,
But for us it was full source of entertainment.
Those lazy mornings and the lame reasons for not going to school,
Those fading school uniforms and opened shoe laces,
Those half opened eyes and closing school gates.
Few months later all won't be there.
Just a cherished memory,
Is going to become.

Months we have to wait,
For this few months.
Saavan or 'rainy season' is said to be,
The season of love.
Rain drops make me feel,
As if you are around.
Whenever rain drops fall on me,
I feel your soft touch.
When it rains,
I feel you watching me silently.
I keep murmuring while bathing in rain,
Because I feel you listening to me.
I love to play with rain drops,
Just because you said you love it.
I love the season of rain,
Because it brings you to me.

More loyal than human,is a dog
I also have a pet which is a dog.
I call him 'Tiato' but I hate him to be called a dog.
Just because i love him a lot.
He understands the language of love easily,
And plays with me lovingly.
We have completed together a year or two,
But no bond is greater than our too.
He's our best guard and my best friend too.
I love to hug him when I am sad,
And he makes me smile by making his tail wag.
The best moment is when he smells food and comes running,
The funniest is when strangers see him and go running.
I love it when I forget something and he brings it in his mouth,
I love it when he never let's me go out.
Our morning and evening walks are the best part of the day.
I also have a pet which is a dog
And I love him a lot.