today i woke up to see the sun rise
but her face came in front of my eyes

difficult it was to make myself realize
that her love was only her beautiful lies

she left me because of some reasons unknown
but her absence made me forever alone

don't know why im still in love with that girl
don't know why i still believe her as my pearl

my soul cries
my heart dies
when i see her in
my dream skies

i hate her
but i love her
as i can't love
my hate for her

With every drop
from the eyes
Friendship dilutes

With every drop
From the eyes
Conversation mutes

With every drop
From the eyes
Creates a disputes

Which never vanishes
Whatever we do

A million stars up in the sky
You shines brighter I can't deny

I feel like heaven when you are near
Even in my dreams only you appear

You always know just what to say
just talking to you makes my day

A love so precious a love so true
a love that comes from me ends at you

All this were my hidden emotions
high as the skies deep as the oceans

Love you baby with all of my heart
together forever and never to part.

I know my its fault
and im sorry
I wanna talk
Take a walk
With the blooming glory
This should not be the
end our love story.
Please.....

I was wrong, you were right
You took everything very lite
Where as i
Hadn't slept the previous night
Thinking all non sense in my mind
Trust me i was not of this kind

So let us rewind
Everything were i went
Wrong
Don't let urself remind
When i ignored u for such a
Long
Even you know
that im not that
Strong
To live without you......

Once upon a time
There was a boy
His life was full of
fun and joy

Waking up at six
in the morning
With a feeling everyday
is more adorning

Getting ready for the school
And waiting at the bus stop
Every day he felt
He was on the world's top

Entering into the class room
Saying hi to all
Gossiping with friends untill
Assembly call

Standing in the playground
Listening to principal's speech
All that was nonsense
Which she used to preach

Coming back to classroom
Attending all the classes
Just for staring a girl
wearing red-blue glasses

Four continuous lectures then
comes a break
So as to avoid
stress and headache

Sharing lunch boxes
Was like a business deal
what actually matters
Was getting all tasty meal

Last period used to
Pass very slowly
With the history teacher
Teaching them very lowly

When it reaches two
in the school clock
It was the time to fly
Like the bird hawk

Running Faster and faster
Down through the stairs
Coz no one likes
bus seat to share

Giggling and laughing
Screaming and shouting
All the way back to his home
Doing all nonsense with his friends
When he had time to roam

Pressing the doorbell
mom opens the door
Setting the fan speed
at three or more

Resting under the fan
And watching the television
Discovery science was
His first provision

After the lunch
Comes time for the tuitions
Coz studies do not hav
Any substitutions

From there he goes
to the football ground
To play cricket
Just for one or two rounds

Back to home asking for
a cup of horlicks
With few of almonds
In the milk to mix

Then studying in the bedroom
Doing all his homework
Finishes the everything on time
With all his hardwork

goes to the kitchen
For having some snacks
Jar of biscuits
kept on the rack

Sharing secrets
with his dad
long discussion
They used to had

Have his dinner
Then goes to bed
Thinking what to do
with the future ahead

Thinking and thinking
eyes stops blinking


Fall asleep
hoping for a better tomorrow

To the girl whose
beauty is present in all seasons
I tell you why you are beautiful,
here are the reasons

Your beauty extends
Into the heavens,
it goes on forever
And never lessens.

Even when the
clouds heighten
you are here
and the World brightens.

Heaven on Earth
I was not aware
until I met a girl
That was crafted with such care.


You would be the
answer to a prayer
if someone asked for
something rare with beauty to spare.

If I had a choice
I would choose this girl over air
for air can't compare to a girl
not found nowhere.

The beauty of a woman
Is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries,
Or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman
Must be seen from her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
The place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman
Is not a ****** mole,
But true beauty in a woman
Is reflected in her soul.

It is the caring she lovingly gives,
The Passion that she shows.
The beauty of a woman
with passing years only grows and grows