Wondering and confused with the future,
You travel along the boulevard of life…
With friends and foes running parallel to you,
Like the lighted pillars on the grand promenade!

Having learnt the good and the bad,
You have stepped into this 16th year…
Ready to embrace the forthcoming adventures,
With all confidence and stalwartness!

Sweet 16 you are, and
Sweet 16 you will ever be,
And here, starts your actual journey,
To conquer your dauntless dreams!

I wish you a sweet 16,
A sweet 16, you’ll never be again,
So long, have a Sweet 16…
Until I write again!

Vaibhav Adi
(Light of Love)

They don't belong in the same sky;
He and she can never be together.
And people ask, "Why?"
Their bond was never meant to thrive—
Because the moon disappears when the sun arrives.

When the moon was lighting up the night,
The sun was watching her from a distance.
His feelings were deep and consistent,
But little did he know:
The moon disappears when the sun arrives.

The sun saw his moon from far away,
Hoping to meet her
In the brightness of the day.
As dawn approached the sky,
She was nowhere to be seen.
What could it possibly mean?
People only reiterated:
"The moon disappears when the sun arrives".

ATUL VAIBHAV SHARMA

Hold me on a winter's night,
Stay there till it gets shiny & bright .

I found peace in the midst of noise
with you I found my voice ....
You look good when u smile
I stop everything & look at you for a while
Hold me on a winter's night !

In purple,pink or blue.......
she always shines and leaves me with no clue  .
Hold your blinds
I wanna see some sunshine.
Hold me on a winter's night!


with no direction....
Feeling of dejection
There is only one truth left
that's of  your affection .
Hold me on a winter's night!

-Atul Vaibhav Sharma

On a gloomy, quiet night,
It's funny how someone
Finds their vision and light.

During the day,
When everything is loud and clear,
They find nothing to cheer.
But as sunset fades into dawn,
They stop to cry and moan.

People call them anti-social,
Judge them for not being vocal.
They treat silence like treasure,
Finding a path in melancholic pleasure.
-ATUL VAIBHAV SHARMA