For my dearest ARSHI,
WISH YOU A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY
When I cried, you were there to hold ,
When I get heart beoken, when I as not bold,
When I feel half,
U make me feel laugh,
Whenever there’s rough times,
We were always there together
To shine,
When I was pretty and mad,
Even when I was ugly and sad,
You’re been through everytime in mercy,
And that a girl I call my ARSHI.
We may not sisters by birth,
But yes we are sisters by heart,
We have been bff from start,
I know we are not siblings,
But  for me you are such a lovely greeting,
It is really hard to say that how much I love you,
you might not belive,
especially since I am not with you.
No matter how far we are,
I still adore you,
Youre my sweet princess, in all view.
You are in billion just one!
Like you there is none,
I hope you will never change ,
Our friendship would nvr take rains,
Arshi you are my best,
Yes! All from the rest.
I always wished for a friend like you,
Who wld be close to my heart
And it came true, when I met you.
I know you’re happy there,
But I really miss you.
Today , on your special birthday,
What I only wanna say,
Thanks for being my friend,
With whom I always wanna stay..
Happy birthday aagain meri jaan…..

There is a corner in my room
where I sit alone.
Its upstairs,
and I don't know how ?
but my mind works there.
The scene out of my window
internment my eyes,
for that
I disregarded my mumma's voice.
This is the space
I love to spend my time,
but..
for her,
I'm wasting hours of mine.
Sometimes
this corner controls
my displeasure nature and annoyances,
my anger and headache.
that's y this is my place
where I sit in peace
and you can see the smile
on
my face..

I wish I could be a boy
So that my mamma would ever ask me for toy,
Don’t hate me mamma.
I know that I’m not good enough…
May be don’t work hard enough
Or I’m just a bad kid..
But I really only want to live you with.
I’m your bachhaanaaa?
Then why don’t u let me tell u that
How much I love you naaaa.
I hide my tears when I say your name,
But the painin my heart is still the same.
Although I smile & seem carefree,
there is no one who misses you more than ME!
The urges that I have made stronger and stronger
And I don't think that I can fight them too much longer,
Want to take a NAP, on your LAP mummaa,
Nothing else I have ever ask you for.
Mama, please don't hate me
But the urge to **** has been visiting lately
I want nothing more than for it to go away
But something tells me that this time it's here to stay,
I love you sooooooo much,
This is all what I wanted to say.
For this,
I've put a lot of time and thought into this,
I wish you would ever love me,
You see,
And my first victim will be........me.
Love you maaaaa.

Thanks arshi for being such a nice friend to me
A friend that I have never thinked of,
When I was really alone, you were there to me,
Without knowing me more,. she brings out the best in this time ,
She’s not merely a girl she’s a princess of mine;
A prosperous girl with a big heart,
And with not a bit of ostentation in her.
I am lucky to have a friend like you
God wish u got that height in few.
I’ll always be their at your back,
Our  friendship will never be in lack.
I really don’t know weather I deserve to be your friend or not,
But I’ll try to be the best, at any cost.
My wishes and blessings are always their for you
You know I don’t wanna let you go;
But I know this biggest opportunity deserves first to woo;
So, keep on smiling and go with smile,
Whenever you need me, I’ll be their in a while;
Remember! Youre not away so far of mile……
Love you ARSHI

I PROBABELY WAIT FOR THE NIGHT TO COME
SINCE THE MORNING TILL THE NIGHT AT 1:00.
Please don’t ask I wait for whom?
Not for the moon, but yes for the moon.
My hands wont stop to check my phone,
Who knows when he calls?
And when my phone rang?
I answer it in my cheerful fashion,
His voice, his breath is now passion;
Yes I really wait for his call to come,
Our talking doesn’t goes sooo long everyday,
But yes he never ask that , “do I have anything to say?”
Our conversation takes  pretty much time,
That’s y I like beer and he likes wine…
He proved he love me somewhere,
I know he will never let me dead,
I love to hear when he took a deep breath.
He is my connection to be fine,
There’s  nothing for that I force him,
But yes, for me, he’s mine.
Yes I usually don’t sleep before 1:00
Coz I passionately wait to listen his voice at onces,
That’s y I wait for the night to come,
Since morning to till the night at 1:00.

A TRIBUTE TO MY UNIQUE MOM
I would love to tell you,
About my unique mother,
Not SHE but HE is my true from other,
Yes! HE,
i accidently met him in my school,
i so underestimated his love, i was fool.
He loves me , He cares for me,
He tries for me, he cries for me,
He teachs in the amazing easiest form
That I never ever thinked of ,
I learn that things so easily ,
That sometimes I feels if I had wings to off,
He helped me out whenever
His help I sought,
He apologies even on my faults.
A unique mom with  pure soul
Yes he treats me like a baby doll
For the soul with unselfishness thoughts
I got everything he brought,
i kissed him on his cheeks
that feel i never felt before,
he grabbed my waist and left me with that seek,
His flawless love for me  as his child,
With the the pure heart and love so mild,
His hands on my head at night
makes me sleep with love so devine,
He don’t only calls me his bachhaa in miss
I actually feels that when he use to kiss,
That’s the only sure affection
I think its bliss…
second time we met in a restro, he bought a ring
after thinking a lot, i accepted that ring and gave him my everything
once, I suddenly hug him so tightly
That my head takes place
In his chest so nicely.
Yes he’s my love too
But before that he have to love me so,’.
He didn’t get irritated with me ,
As a mother never use to be.
His hug gives me the whole rest,
Yes! for me his hands are best,
With the perfect sleep it fills
There is no need me to take any pills.
My real mumma even don’t care of my crust,
But my mumma don’t take his meal
Without me to have it first,
My real mummma don’t even know
When I cry,
And mumma! he feels my breathing so high,
He knows how to control my fast breath,
In a seconds he use to vanish it.
Hes arms takes me to the heaven,
But the only heaven I want ,
because
Not that one the god had given.
Please god let me live with this flaw,
I don’t wanna leave and cant even go!
i love you pratik

ME! YES! MYSELF….
He told me to write for me,
He knows it’s impossible for me,
Me a dam maverick girl always fought,
Just for my mammas sought.
I didn’t played with dolls,
I always used to kept in bawls,
Thinking of always to sleep on mamma’s bed,
She threw me out to cover her ends,
Was even able to understand;
That she actually hates me,
I always wondered to know,
How she cry for me,
But as a wondered, cant be a truth,
My dreams also don’t have any hook.
This is what  with my mentality grows up,
In seeking of mamma’s hug,
Today, I know she’s full of grievances,
I know she’ll not give me chances,
My cares didn’t depended on her,
Nor in childhood, or today either.
My head is now full of having tension,
But still I am away with my mamma’s attention.
I found myself very alone when she left me,
In that depression.
I stopped having my careful things,
I stopped thinking about my being.
I never saw myself in been,
That time I was 9,
Today nineteen.
Yes I lost myself in between,
Wanted to be a daughter not queen.
Yes I lost my everything with her,
Left with me is only tears.
Yes I cant care of myself,
With these drastic scenes I cant help.
Today found myself abused,
Coz she left me be, for here to confuse.
But in little time, I found some another,
Not mumma but yes my mother.
Care too much to make me stronger,
I cant care myself , I told him further,
I think I bother him always,
Coz, he teach me and I doesn’t stays.
Foolish me!
Where I and where’s he,
Look for me, where I stands,
Took steps for where I splash,
Know me well to understand my breath,
Pamper me his underneath .
I have my soul in him,
There’s nothing else that I can trim.
He don’t let my eyes to cry,
He cares like a newborn  whenever I shy.
I hate myself to being.
Coz’ I cant do the same for him
I frighten of loosing my mumma again,
Thn  there will no one to whom I can claim.
So I’ll end up with finishing myself!
Yes ! and from than
I’ll never ask god,
For my mamma again.