Where is the patriotism?
Nowadays everyone is diving in the ocean of imagination
Regardless of what is happening to the nation
The majority of educated people who never stood in poll lines to give votes
Can now be seen in Bank and ATM lines collecting pink notes
Everyone tries to show patriotism in their famous poem and notations
But when it comes to reality everyone they are pretending that they had just went into depression
On the night of 8 November the poor felt that they had become wealthier than the rich
But now the politicians have started commenting that their situation is not less than the homeless *****
On the same night all the corrupt started rifling their old currency notes
Few were found in the pillow covers and few in the Tommy's dusty coats
The next morning the scrap of old notes were found some in the dustbin, some on the river Ganges and even on the boats...
Now I have just a simple question, is this the patriotism they had all the time showed?

my dream is to go on a long ride
with my bestie before we become bride

my dream is to forever cherish her smile
even when she is walking alone in the aisle

my dream is to never let my bestie forget me
for that i can pay any fee

my dream is to keep your hand along and walk miles and miles
even sometimes rolling and chilling in the aisles

my dream is to stay in your heart
till we have to again put our life into the mode of restart

my dream is to be your best friend
even if many others join you in your life

my dream is to be the reason
behind your 24 carat smile

my dream is to get 100% from your side
even if we stay far apart

my dream is not just a fantasy
my bestie would definitely make it a reality

I wish to see a world of my dreams

Full of rejoice and sunbeams



I wish to see the children

Not growing like weeds

But like flowers in the orchard of humanity

With adequate feeds


I wish to see the poor's children

Carrying books like me

Unlike their parents working in sun's steam



I wish to see the teens

With footballs rather than

Sweating in the farms with ploughs



I wish I could be the change

That this world of my dreams need

But alas! My friends this only happens

In my dreams .

Sitting by the window side
I looked into someone's eye
Full of light too much bright
In the dark lonely night
Then I came to know
It is not an eye
But a night bulb of the neighbor's house
That is bright and full of light
Just
Sitting by the window side

My dad is my hero
Who can turn anyone zero
My dad is my inspiration
On whom I feel proud
To keep as aspiration
My dad is my king
Who can govern my whole family
The way the singer controls the lines he sings
My dad is my teacher
Who taught me how to live
My dad is my fighter
Who always saves me from the scoldings from mother
My dad is my God
Who created me and gave me life
My dad is my treasure
My dad is my life
My dad is everything, I wish to keep till I am alive
As I told you
How much he bothers to me in my life
I guess you have understood
How multi talented my dad is

Firstly when I was a kid                              
I used to think that                            
People who are fool                                  
they only go to School                              
and people like me who are cool                  
they just watch shin Chan and ****** dooby doo                                              
people like me needn't go to school                                                
and take all that woo                                    
if not done homework                              
do sit- ups, one –two one – two              
for people like me school is not a place to be                                                                    
if mother is the first tutor                        
then why should I have a secondary        
oh gosh! How could I go to a school      
where being cool like me is compared to be as a fool

Life is like a chocolate
Life is like a toffee
Life is to live
It may sometimes become like a coffee
It is sweet
Or it is like wheat
But life is life
Not to get a beat
It can be fun
Or you can get a need to run
But life is life
Maybe it can sometimes become like a bun
It is like a tree
Or like a bird flying free
But life is life
Sometimes it can give you strife
Life is like a chocolate
Life is like a toffee
Life is to live
Maybe sometimes it can become like a coffee.........

At this time now I can say that lively spring has arrived and the cold harsh winter has given up its last breath of life
Now I can see the trees branches looking like claws decorated with leaves
Now I can see grasses glistening with dew which earlier looked like kept in fridge with frosting few
Now I can hear the chirping of birds again which seemed to go abroad and let me vain
Now I am able to see my grasslands again which were transformed into desert without any grain
Now the playground which turned into a haunted site
Is now again occupied by children making it a miracle of life
Now I can feel the wind filled with laughter and joy blowing again
Which once left my side...
Now I can say lively spring has arrived
Lively spring has arrived

Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
I can see an isolated house whose doors move to and fro
But sometimes I wonder how can the doors move if there no wind blows
And if there is something than why there nobody goes?
And in the night's darkness if there none of us lives how the bulb glows
Sometimes I am able to hear the voices flow
And it makes me scared and I get in need to go to my mamma's room door
And sometimes in the morning I can see there a black crow
Which till the night rapidly goes
It sometimes make my mind say "lets go"
And then the wind blows
And it whispers " please stay here, there nobody goes"