It is a very beautiful day...
With it life is going super cool..
Music is healing the wounds...
Pleasure is always in my mood..

It is all the same without your presence on the roof...
Afraid to sit without a picture shoot..
Images are all over the head...
Hovering and teasing me in my bed..

****! It was a shot of a neat whiskey...
My senses are slowly dying and it wasn’t my drink please..
Shhh.. perfect song is now running in this dark crowd...
Beats are beating my head with the pace of heart not very loud...

High! is not a perfect word to describe...
Truth is all around my side..
Probably have reached the top most height..
Adventure is not in the jumping from this sight...
Lots of memories are awaiting for the coming nights..

One more beautiful sun is waiting for my sight..
With it life goes on without waiting for the next round...

Looking at the sky up very high...
With the special feeling in the heart taking a deep sigh...
Talking to myself about the future of my life...

Constellations are nowhere to be seen...
As clouds are going out and coming in...

Drizzle seems nice but starts are far away from my sight...
Fo which pupose I’ve come out in night...

Sound of thunder is forcing me to get scared...
But I’m the only one who choose to be here...
Disrespecting the sound, All I want is a cloud up there...
With further increased sound, cloud changes its gear...
Hovering all over the place giving the essence if moist air...

All that surrounds me is the beautiful view of nature...
One can’t stop praising every single creature...
Each and everything around is an amazing teacher...
We just have to see things with all its features...

Clouds may not be present...
Stars may also be absent...

But Still I’ll stand beneath this sky...
Keeping my head high...

Because no matter where I stand today...
I’ll make the sky my land one day !

That day will come for sure...
When every problem will have a cure...

Till then I’ll keep on trying...
Leaving rest to this peaceful sky...

School is where a life starts...
It is the toughest time to leave our flats...
Now comes the pain of every single pug...
sitting alone at the desks gazing each other with a question mark in their head?

It is the time we initiate for a friendship in need...
Its bond dominate over our fear without getting weak...
Growing with the pace of life...
Stranger becomes a friend bringing smile every single night...

With the passage of time, new one comes out...
Difference in their behaviour brings a challenge that shouts out very loud...
Some fixes the untouched places very slowly in the dim light...
Then there comes the one who is in a dream smiling very bright...

Begging to see those innocent cheeks for a while...
putting one hand over it and the other holding a wine...
hoping to revive the old memories...
And gazing right in eyes to eyes...

Waiting for who will blink first...
While already knowing I am the worst...
Door is not latched yet...
And we both are all drenched wet...

Ambience is escalating the emotions...
that would otherwise be a sad relation...
Nothing is over yet...
Hope is all that is left...

Something is there to cheer up for...
don’t know the reason for the brawl...
Now reviving the old memories...
And gazing right in eyes to eyes...

Heading towards cutting the ends of the knot...
All the strings become loose in every blog...
It is the time now to stand and move on...
Reviving the old memories, gazing myself in the mirror and the it’s all gone...

Is it the face I see everywhere...
Is it the smile that glare...
Is it the mind that is fixed on the first stare...
Or is it the madness that keeps raising its flare...

It is the moment that is still there...
It is the feeling of being in the air...
It is the eyes dark brown or it needs a layer...
It is the boundary I can’t get in there...

Wait! Maybe It’s over, the thing that was never there...
Drizzle can’t make the mood same everwhere...
Silence is cuddling the night with soft music in ears...
Ufff! It’s again the same face as soft as a dove layer...

Can’t make the entry in the light until it is nice to be in a dark share...
Light is stolen long back when it was a naive player...
The same face is the thief which is still that fair...
Go on with the life where ever life gives you a happy flavor...

It is the same face I see everywhere...