In hall-1, we first exchanged our gaze,
You on the first bench, I a row behind,
Speaking of ghosts, tales that amaze,
Unknowingly, da bond that soon we’d find.

Wish we’d met in da first year’s light,
But in semester five, our paths entwined,
Though time was short, it felt just right,
For deep connections don’t mind da bind.

Bewakoofiyan, we shared with glee,
In you, I found a friend so true,
Your mole, your confidence, all I see,
A fierce spirit, yet sensitive too.

Your loud voice, a speaker in disguise,
Bossy yet gentle, a paradox so true,
Your hmm… irritates me, but I realize,
In silence or chatter, I cherish you.

Like a mother, you cared with grace,
At farewell, your words still ring clear,
“iska dhyan rakhna, ye bore naa hoo, mai lekr
aai hu isse,” As if my joy you had designed.

Now, in different courses, we tread,
Still, our friendship holds its flame.

We’d align our clocks even in haste,
Just to meet for minutes, to laugh and sigh,
To ***** about courses, professor’s taste,
Stuck in this college, wondering why.

Though your taste, I often tease,
Saying, “There’s no accounting for taste ,’’
You’re my friend, who puts me at ease,
You’re a bee, flying high, untamed by herds.

And in winter’s chill, you came for me,
Waiting in fog, while I was delayed,
My lecture ran long, but there you’d be,
With warmth in your smile, never dismayed.

From Mathura to Agra, you’d roam,
And now, in different cities, we strive,
And no matter da distance, our bond redeems.
                                                        ­                             By :- KANISHK

In halls of academia, where time drifts slow,
I wandered, a reluctant pilgrim, through paths I did not choose,
Amongst the throngs of souls, a mundane flow,
Bereft of spirit, in a sea of dull hues.

Yet in this grey, a beacon brightly gleamed,
A girl of grace, with tilak on her brow,
Her face adorned in patravali’s gleam,
She stood apart, inspiring here and now.

Her eyes, a window to a soul so deep,
Where ancient wisdom softly made its nest,
In conversations, time did sweetly sleep,
Each moment shared felt wondrously blessed.

With pedagogy subjects twinned with mine,
We walked the same scholastic path with ease,
But her spirit soared where other’s did confine,
Her presence turned the mundane into breeze.

Her roots in dharma, firm and deeply grown,
A conduit of the sacred texts she speaks,
In her young years, so much wisdom shown,
A luminous guide for all who seek.

Through states she traveled, stories she did weave,
Of Bhagwat Gita, timeless and profound,
In every word, a world one could believe,
Her voice a balm, where peace and truth are found.

On YouTube's stage, her light shines far and wide,
A modern sage in digital array,
She bridges worlds, where ancient truths abide,
And brings the past into the bright today.

In her, I found a reason to endure,
This vanvaas of the B.Ed's endless grind,
Her spirit pure, her purpose strong and sure,
Inspiring dreams within my restless mind.

Seasons this tale of admiration’s song,
In her presence, I find a sacred space,
Where soul and heart in harmony belong.
                                                                    BY :- KANISHK