A magic moment, I remember;
I found a girl with confined mean.
Being; pure and outspoken; proud of you;
Whatever you do, I will see you through.

In cloudy moments of uncertainty,
I raise my eyes and you are here.
A fleeting vision, the quintessence,
Of all that’s beautiful and rare.

I pray to mute despair and anguish,
To vain pursuits worlds esteems.
A soothing accent, near to you,
To make me neat and sew.

In dark night of embedded universe;
I gazed upon gray moon above.
With a face in moon, who inspires me,
Affects here to live for and love.

A truth spoken sentence to roar,
To present a life much more.
You are the one, encourages me,
To engage relation with sacred tie.
                                  
                         ­                                    - Pratik

I ain’t perfect person,
As long as you think of me;
Seeking a sight of future,
As it rises along sky & sea.

I ain’t feeling heart,
As it was broken at the end of wee;
Hiding the hurtness of mind,
As it pushes up me for tee.

I will go for a ****,
As long as it encourages me for a deal;
Making the habit of bail,
As it reminds me of a jail.

I will be a perfect person,
As I will learn it for more;
Expressing the needs of life,
As it runs away from the shore.

A thing to fire, let me desire;
No one knows it so let it be fire,
As soon as I get it, it takes me burning;
But never the less, its not going to fire.

A thing to drink, let me desire;
Everyone knows it so let it be drunk,
As soon as I get it, it gives me power;
But never the less, it has been a water.

A thing to fly, let me desire;
Someone knows it so let it be fly,
As soon as I get it, it flies me higher;
But never the less, its not going to be wind.

A thing to live, let me desire;
Everyone has doubt so let it be framed,
As soon as I get her, she gives me warm;
But never the less, it has been a girl.

You the girl, having morning splash,
Being short like a cutie brain,
Na Na Na it’s real dream,
Ha Ha Ha it’s happening again.

She’s the one, who woke me in rain,
Mourning high like an alarm ringing,
Well Well Well she’s my di’s friend,
Ohu Ohu Ohu she has done it again.

Little baby, rising eye braw in specs,
Making up for foreign aiming,
La La La it’s my sister girl,
He He He I forgot to regain.

Yeah, I like it, the way you move on the way,
Walking long like a saint urging,
Ahh Ahh Ahh she’s pretty on the floor,
Shh Shh Shh don’t tell it again.

She and I, having a synchro strain,
Being a bro like a well-wisher at shore,
Peep Peep Peep it’s coming in a shade,
All All All I am her admire speaking.

It’s day, without eyes;
I am not dreaming honey pie,
It is cloudburst, appeared before;
I am worried many more.

It is faith, with my heart;
It is not listening anymore,
It is a cry off, seasoning fall;
I am happy heavy more.

It is trust, like flickering light;
It is not reflecting baby Mia,
It is overwhelming, sprinkled high;
Now, I am joyful every day.

It is you, in every dream;
I am seeing it every night,
It is a day dream, came to my eyes;
I am real, as you are.

A month, with No. 8 in hand;
Varies with festive in band,
1, 2, 3… it passes away;
Gives smile with warming away.

A party month, with holiness nature;
Enjoy each day with notorious matter,
Hurray…hurray, swamping digs away;
Oh my, it’s august on a way.

A dawn of month, with friendship boom;
A matinee rise, with rakshabandhan,
Turns its way to salute independence;
Come in play during Janamashtmi.

A sacred month shows belief in god;
Pray the god like never before,
Nourishes qualities from head to toe;
That’s the way to be called August fever.

A girl who’s my beloved sister
Always being sweet and simple,
Being merry in front of all
Which makes me feel pride.

A girl who’s angel divine
Who teaches me rules of life,
Whenever she becomes sad
I see a way of life going.

A girl who’s precious and sacred
With whom I have made mountain of thoughts,
Whenever she becomes anxious
I will be always with her.

A girl who’s talkative
Always tae-tae with one another,
Sometimes she teases me
I feel her like an idol of unknown particle (god).


A girl whom I always miss
Always helps others,
In whom I see a perfect girl
I will be always in her afterglow.

The thing which you know, is still alive,
Like a diamond sheen shine;
I have given up all thinking nuts,
Like a water sprinkling around.

The thing that a slave does, in a mine,
Like a flopper murmuring around;
It has shown all rising,
Like a bee buzzing around.

Tick tick tick tick letting you know,
Like a clock hanging alone;
24 waking hours to go,
Like a world goes on stepping stone.

A star, twinkling in the sky,
Keeping a bed sheet of the dark,
Never afraid of anyone’s shy,
You are the star, oh my !!!

A star, blinking in the eyes,
Pinging in my heart all the time,
Ever runs love of my life,
Hey you, you are my life…

A star, who does tae tae with me,
Beeping in my head as often,
Never mind of its line,
I can never have that sacred lie…

A star, seeing in front of me,
Wishing me a luck in my dream,
Ever could reach to her,
I wish, I will be with you forever…

Once you asked me,” Is there any heaven in the sky?” I replied,” Obviously, why not?”  You told,” How can you say that?” I replied,” Listen, I m telling you one rhyme.”
“ A friend who is desirous of salvation,
Like a fire flame on a stove;
Which never goes down except water,
Unless it goes with wind.”

“ A friend who is respectable fumely,
Like a wooden shoe of mine;
Which never walks without me,
Unless it is stolen.”

“ A friend who is unforgettable,
Like always a significant class;
Which never makes people sore,
Unless it bites on a low note.”

“ A friend with whom I always tae-tae,
Like a tap recorder;
Which has always silky recordings,
Unless it is broken.”

“ A friend who has kindness like human,
Like a socialite on a stage;
Who never stops encouraging herself,
Unless she vains all efforts.”

“ A friend with whom I talk about sensitiveness,
Like a rabbit in a cage;
Which always makes other satisfied,
Unless it becomes a food.”

“ A friend whom I find silky, sweet & sensitive,
Like sari, milk and human;
Who never makes me unhappy,
Unless she forgets me.”
                                                                                                                          -PRATIK


Now that is called true loving friend who always lives in heaven and in my heart. So I asked,” Now do you believe?” You replied,” hmmmm! Yes I do.”

A dream, crucified my life;
Walked on an empty street,
Failing, with castle of cards;
Wounded my life hard.

It’s bitter sweet symphony;
Shook with different places,
Mixing, tunes of flavour;
Made impure love together.

Destiny never pursued my feet;
Run with half empty glass;
Going, on Boulevard Street;
Cared nevertheless, misfortune.

A thought, broke my heart;
Tore my parents’ willing,
Helping, way of river of grief;
Saw two sides of coin.

Future will show new world;
Ticking with clock hand,
Coming out, from horrible train;
Will beneath my next fortnight.