I feel sad,
I don't feel good.
Why is life so bad,
Didn't think it would,
Stab right into the heart,
But it is it's art.
I just wish,
My friends get all they need,
Wish, deserve and want,
And I'd want to watch them rant,
But not be silent like an ant.

So i counted,
And i slipped for just 3 times.
The longer we practice,
The harder the task is,
We will find a way to live,
With the things that are meant to be.

I can see the moon
While I sleep,
That makes me happy.
This is all what I dreamt of.
School story books had these,
Pictures with a boy sleeping beside,
The window with the moon view,
And that's what I'd love too.
And I'm happy that I do too,
Have the same view and the window too.

Take small steps,
So you don't slip.
If there's an obstacle like water,
Be on your guard and walk.
If the floors totally dry,
My friend u don't need to pry.
The guide for both,
Life that's not in our hands,
And chappals not for our hands.

Walk in their shoes,
They say,
It'd be easy we guess.
But that's not how it is.
You'll only know if you do,
Walk in their shoe.

I miss home now,
I always try to bring a part of it,
In the bedsheets that smell like home,
In the fragrance of clothes by detergent in home.
And the home made food by mother.
Fruits packed by father,
And the snacks by brother,
But it all fades away in days.
I search for ways to find home in me,
And I again travel to bring a part of it,
The next time I go home.
And it keeps to go on.

It's dark outside,
It's like the silence has died.
I can hear the lightest whisper,
And the flicker of insect's wings.
I hear things so loud,
That I can't hear you.
Have you been saying something?
I don't hear you,
And your unsolicited advice.
But anyways,
Thank you!

I watched the movie,
The perks of being a wallflower.
It was beautiful, you see,
forty three minutes + an hour.
Charlie, He was a wallflower,
Little did he know he hid his power.
Until he found his friends,
The best of all, anxiety it ends.
You thought but it didn't.
It ate him, every inch of his skin,
Devoured him like a devil.
He kept his sufferings mute.
Why would he do that?
Coward you might ask.
He is Charlie, one of us,
How might we speak up,
When the world doesn't hear.
You might think the same.
But seldom would you speak.
I liked it the movie.

Rays of hope,
Rays of sunshine,
Burn me a little,
So, I'll be back fine.
Devour me a little,
So, I won't myself.

What do think self-love is?
It's like knowing what light is,
When you've lived half of your life in darkness.
It is when you have finally accepted who you are,
It is when  you know you're a star.
And when you love each and every inch of your skin,
When you finally know you can win.
It is when your soul starts to grow with every hope you sow.
Remember the snake game we played?
In Nokia phone that for decades stayed?
It grew longer and longer as it ate,
Like how your ego grows when things go great.
When do you think the game gets over?
When it touches it's own body and quivers.
Or when it's own ego gets into it's head,
It will be it's very end,
So my friend love yourself to that extent,
Until you can be you and be content.

Year became like some months,
Months became weeks
And weeks became days,
Days pass by like minutes.
Everything is going on in 2x speed.
But i haven't changed the settings.
It's like a snake game,
As snake eats my time it gets big,
And I'm scared I'll lose out of time.
Why is life so busy and it keeps getting busier day by day.
Say something, Hey!!!

I want to break free,
Break all the glasses,
Cups and boundaries.
I want to break them into pieces,
Like a hitting a ceramic plate down.
I wish to shout above my lungs,
Tear everything apart,
And heal myself.
I want to break free,
So I can free myself.
I want to break free,
So I can heal myself.

I know it's rough,
Living in harsh real world.
But my dear friend, be a plant!
Be a plant,
Absorb only the good from others,
Like O₂ from air, nutrients from soil.
Be a plant,
A reason for someone's smile,
Like a flower shower from up above.
Be a plant,
Support yourself every now and then,
Stay strong and stand firm like the trunk!
Be a plant,
Forgiving and always growing,
Like they keep sprouting from the stump!
Be a plant,
Sleep when it's night,
And glow in the day!
So good night as the day ends,
And be a plant my dear friend!

Why do u think it's raining,
It's Ma ganga's calling,
She's waiting for his returning,
And reminding us,
That he's gonna be leaving,
And also that he'll be coming,
The next year when it will be raining.

She barged in right here,
Her red eyes tremble in fear.
Why enter when no one's near,
And make a mess of all what's dear?
Only to show off her necklace of pink-green,
The long white and grey coat, red boots so clean,
"Argh! There is she is! The ***** pigeon!"they shout,
She gives a mischievous smile, gets herself out!

Dear diary,
I love my life.
Never have I ever thought,
I'd not want to leave hostel.
Never have I ever made friends,
That stay throughout!
Never have I ever had these memories,
Worthy to share and happy to deserve.
Never have I ever felt so well,
It's been more than a week for sure!
Never have I ever loved my life,
That I want to live it alll!
Never have I ever wanted more time,
To spend with the people I cherish!
My heart feels so light,
I squeal with delight.
Dear diary,
I love my life!

I find no interest in life,
Except if it is for mother nature.
Excitement is dead for years,
I see point in absolutely nothing.
Is it because life's played me well,
Or have I been in its play for too long?
Humanity is not of my interest,
And I have too much to say, always!

She smells like earth,
Just when it is about to rain.
Her face always relaxed,
A reason for somones smile.
She's the brown fairy,
Pretty flowers and fruits belong her.
She's the Timberbell!
When you see her you can tell!!!

Nights, Libraries and Exam halls,
White sheets, New books and Sleep.
She loves these all in heap.
Lonely nights console her,
Bundles of books save her,
Paints and rain are what make her,
She is a dandelion and it is her!

He blooms roses for me,
Grows cocoa beans for toffee...
He keeps his promise forever!
He hugs me in the winter like a teddy!
He kisses me so the pics come out so well!
He gives me a reason to live!
He makes me shine like a diamond!

Did I miss my childhood,
Or do i miss my joy?
I feel so like wood,
Stationary and no feel.
Did I forget where I stood,
Or do I keep running away?
I feel so bored,
Like no purpose and no goal.

When should you glare?
When all stare?
When should you dare?
When all snare?
When should you bear?
When all tear?
When should you care?
When all share?
When should you spare?
When all scare?
But remember my pear,
Don't be their hare!