You drive me so crazy,
When you give me that look.

You drive me crazier,
When you say those 3 words.

You drive me craziest,
When your innocence I witness.

It is a boon for me.

Lost I have nothing,
Of you I think highly,
Variety I have seen,
Even more remains.

You are the divine Angel,
Our dreams being nurtured,
U**ntold stories of our love.

Loving you is my independence.

I thank you my dear best friend because you have had a major contribution along my parents in bringing back my happiness. So I thank you in this heartfelt poem I write for you.

After my accident I was so lonely,
I met many people in my lifetime,
But really genuine were you only,
I will not have again my best time,
The day I spent with you was real,
And trust me it was the best day.

I am so sure about it that I won't,
Never letting you feel all so alone,
One can only try to repay the loan,
A loan of happiness & true smiles,
I will repay it on each milestone,
This journey will continue for miles,
And more beyond the beautiful moon.

Me & you got stuck at the club,
But there's nothing to worry bud,
As we don't intend to go home,
In the torrential rain we can't either.

So come closer to embrace me,
Don't fear the thunderstorm dear,
Nothing to lose - memories to gain,
Just enjoy the tip-tip sound of rain.

If I find you gone,
Then I would better be a recluse,
Gone in reclusion.

Neither a monk nor a priest I'll be,
But I'll simply be an ascetic,
These words are not a bit unwise.

They would not find me unhappy,
Because smiling I always am,
Thanks to you I smile perpetually.

I want to just confess,
Not creating a mess,
I love to see her work,
Not some sweaty one,
But right when she studies.

The angel studies dedicatedly,
And I am proud to help her,
Not that she can't do without me,
The tulip is intelligent enough,
But I want to be the dew drops on her.

She is a real crooked girl with me,
I love her for what she does to me,
Whenever she cooks a mischief,
There's a naughty look on her face,
I want to grasp her in my embrace,
Of her cuteness I am a big fan,
The love we share is eternal.

The VIP culture is the grotesque manifestation eating up the democracy inch by inch.

They are elected by us from among us and then they want to be treated really special,
They want to be treated as someone royal by everyone,
Do you get the joke?

It still remains a democracy!

I've had my breakfast,
Still I'm so much hungry,
Only 'cause of her, I guess!

I've not talked to her,
She's the only hunger I've,
Both in my days & my nights.

I've liked her flavour,
Flavoured it is like olives,
Her voice is my final dessert.

Frame these moments,
For these are momentary...

Now they are,
Not will forever they be...

You can reminisce them,
Your fun will be immortal if you frame these moments...