In the world of joy,
with the fantasy of voyage..
i'm the boy,
who is not in alloy,
that's why my heart cry...!
Why me!?
I live; but die
I do but all deny
I'm the exception!
I try,
which always makes me cry!
that's why, my heart cry...
Why me!?
I fail & fall which is so tall,
long'n'long not a ray of call......
than thy know, thy the unique one,
and the wonderful world is that cruel one!!
I the boy loves it(world) as a toy
than someone from heart cry,
so "saksh.."
You cry!  You cry!  You cry!

a cute little girl i met in my school,
so simple reactions with deep impressions,
she was decent among others,
she was decent inwards,
as pole in stars, as lotus in flowers,
alike as dove or pearl in stuff...
her gestures was normal , seems as winds bowl
eyes as deer's, little confi-little feary....
two hairy tales cuffed with ribbons,
innocent face with deep expressions..
down to ground, dreams at mount,
short in height but in dreams too high...
there is too much to say about her,
cant express in simple words or through gestures
request i just made to her....
"please remain same as you are-were "