Thousands and thousands were there,
arranged one after another.
All went well with their positions,
but one felt clumsy what made it try to come out from there.
It hanged,
but feared,
if it breaks apart?
With its dream ,it too will demise
like one dreamer whose dream unfortunately perish.
It wanted to fly hither and tither
like a free bird who leaps at the yonder.

To me love isn't flirt, flirt isn't love,
Love is just a game of hearts.
Winking isn't the cue to your so called true love,
it's just a prank on the name of the love.
You two hold your hands tight not to apart!
But dear if the hearts split , what you'll answer to your love?
You text till late hours to keep a sweet chuckle always.
First love yourself then you will love others.
Just crave for that day when he'll be yours,
and gear up yourself to turn your Love into chaos.

Life isn't stagnant neither with merry nor with mourn,
if it splits it will rejoin.
Who can keep it loitering around?
I lament why I did
I realise,,it was nothing but self cheat.
Yes it is true
With my holiness what shall I do?
At the end of the day for what I may crave is success
what can be gathered only from you.
What a feral act was done by me!
I turned despot to myself and ragged my life.
If it's winter then I can expect the warmth of summer.
Let me now gush in tinge of happiness within myself
With the thought that my life now cannot be a mess.