There was a time when paths were clear,
And laughter echoed in the air,
A group of friends, a carefree ride,
With hearts that didn't have to hide.

Through winding roads, the breeze would play,
With Preksha’s smile, the world felt right,
Her cousin too, and Suryavanshi,
We rode like winds, so wild and free.

Suryavanshi, my oldest friend,
A bond so strong, it had no end.
Yet when Preksha came into sight,
My gaze would shift, my heart took flight.

Her eyes, like windows to the sky,
Reflecting light, a soft reply.
In them, a world of wonder spun,
A quiet storm, a setting sun.

Her beauty, like soft rain's glow,
A light that made the world feel slow.
Not love, but something stirred inside,
A feeling I could not confide.

We'd play the games, so full of cheer,
The simple joy of friends so near.
Tag, chicklets, laughter in the sun,
Every moment shared was never done.

In rain-soaked skies, alone I’d ride,
A solitary joy I couldn’t hide,
She asked me why, as she rolled past,
I answered, "Alone, it feels so vast."

And though we didn’t speak that day,
The moments stayed in the sway...
Not love, but a sense of belonging true,
A time of peace that only grew.

I saw her last at a birthday bright,
A celebration, joy taking flight,
But no words passed, just glances shared,
A distance grew, yet none compared.

Now, I see her through the lens of time,
In stories shared, a distant rhyme,
Our paths diverged, and yet I find,
The memories still live in my mind.

For it wasn’t love, but something more,
A bond that time cannot ignore,
The bicycle rides, the rain-soaked days,
The quiet moments, the quiet ways.

I moved away, to another place,
A new house, a new life to embrace.
The streets once familiar, now feel strange,
But still, in my heart, things don't change.

And though I rarely visit now,
The past still whispers, soft somehow,
In every turn, in every space,
A little part of her I embrace.

In the dawn of morning’s light,
A name that glows, so pure, so bright,
Chauhan, like a melody sweet,
A beauty no one can defeat.

Her eyes, like stars that softly gleam,
Reflecting every hidden dream,
With every glance, a world unfolds,
A story of grace yet to be told.

Her smile, a ray that breaks the night,
A beacon shining pure and bright,
Her laughter, a song that lifts the soul,
Filling hearts, making them whole.

In Chauhan’s presence, time stands still,
A gentle force, a graceful will,
Her beauty is not just in her face,
But in the kindness, the love, the grace.

A heart as deep as ocean's blue,
A spirit that is strong and true,
Chauhan, the name that brings the dawn,
A beauty forever to carry on.

I wonder at her, this vision so rare,
Chauhan moves like a dream through the air.
Her grace is a whisper, soft and profound,
A presence that echoes without a sound.

Her features, a blend of soft and sharp,
A heart-shaped face, with an elegant spark.
High cheekbones, sculpted and bold,
A jawline slender, a story untold.

Her eyes, deep pools of icy black,
So captivating, they pull me back.
A gaze so intense, yet tender and kind,
A mystery hidden, yet so easy to find.

Her complexion fair, a flawless light,
A contrast to the dark, both gentle and bright.
Her hair, so black, cascading with grace,
In sleek waves or loose, a soft embrace.


She moves with an aura, cinematic and strong,
Like something from another time, where dreams belong.
A modern-day siren, with nothing to hide,
Graceful in motion, with elegance as her guide.

Chauhan, a vision of beauty so true,
A muse of wonder, both old and new.
Her presence, a melody, soft yet so bright,
A timeless enchantment, in day and in night.

From childhood’s light, they walked side by side,
Two hearts entwined, no secrets to hide.
Yadav and Suryavanshi, a bond so pure,
A friendship unspoken, but lasting and sure.

But time, like rivers, carried them far,
To distant lands, beneath different stars.
Yet fate would bring them back one day,
To the same school, where memories lay.

At first, she saw him, but ran away,
Too many feelings she couldn’t display.
He searched for her through halls and rooms,
But she vanished again, like a passing bloom.

And then one day, hearts opened wide,
She spoke what Yadav couldn’t hide.
A proposal, a dream, a hope in the air,
But love’s complexity left them both in despair.

For her heart, a playful song,
While his love was deep and strong.
She wandered, free, through many a crowd,
While he sought silence, calm, and proud.

Their worlds collided, their values misread,
A bitter goodbye, harsh words were said.
Yet still, after all the hurt and the pain,
A friendship remained, though not the same.

They don’t talk much, but when they do,
A trace of the past still shines through.
A friendship not lost, but redefined,
A bond that time and trials can't unwind.


Though love may fade, and paths may part,
True friendship endures, etched in the heart.
In silence they stand, but quietly aware,
That sometimes, the best love is the one that’s shared.

She was a lovely soul, so pure and kind,
With golden eyes and a heart intertwined.
Her laughter, a melody, sweet and true,
Her presence bright, like skies of blue.
Her name was like a song, so sweet,
Ishu, a melody that hearts would greet.

In golden eyes, he saw the spark,
A dance so bright, it lit the dark.
Her gaze met his, a quiet sign,
Yet in his heart, his love was blind.
For Chauhan's face was all he knew,
Her love was hers, both pure and true.

Ishu came with feelings strong,
Her proposal felt like he belong.
But deep inside, he knew the truth,
Chauhan’s love had captured youth.
Yadav tried to stay, though his heart knew,
It wasn’t fair to Ishu too.

He loved with charm, both deep and clear,
But in his heart, the pain was near.
He told her of his hidden pain,
Her tears fell softly, like the rain.
He walked away, though he still cared,
Love is complex, and often rare.

Regret washed over what he chose,
But in his heart, his love still grows.
Yadav, with a soul so deep,
Held a love he could not keep.
In silence, he carried the weight of his choice,
A love unspoken, without a voice.

The court was set, the game began,
Girls played strong, a fierce young clan.
While boys sat trapped with books in hand,
Chauhan shone, her skills so grand.

She had but one true friend that day,
Yadav, who’d help in every way.
She gave her number, just so neat,
To send her notes, keep her complete.

And so it started, soft and light,
Messages turned to calls at night.
From school to bus, their bond had grown,
A secret friendship, yet well-known.

Their friends would watch, their eyes so keen,
Walking together, unseen, yet seen.
They’d log in close, then leave in sync,
A silent story, nod and wink.

But soon their friends began to see,
A pattern formed too perfectly.
Online together, offline the same,
A quiet spark without a name.

Then came the day, her victory bright,
First place won, a golden night.
Yadav cheered, his heart so wide,
"A party for you!" he said with pride.

The evening fell, the raindrops came,
He stood outside, he called her name.
But Chauhan never walked that way,
Yet Yadav chose to wait and stay.

His friends arrived, they laughed, they played,
But he stood still, his hope replayed.
One by one, they left his side,
Yet he remained, his faith his guide.

The café closed, the lights went dim,
But he stood firm, just waiting for her whim.
The night passed on, cold and deep,
The pouring rain began to creep.

Drops ran down his silent face,
Yet he stood frozen in his place.
His clothes were drenched, his body weak,
Yet still, he did not dare to speak.

Morning came, his friends returned,
With heavy hearts, their stomachs churned.
They begged, they pleaded, "Come back inside,"
But he refused, his heart open wide.

With no more words, they took his arm,
Forced him up, away from harm.
He struggled, fought, yet they held tight,
Carried him home, a sorrowed sight.

Against his will, through rain and haze,
They sent him home, eyes filled with maze.
Yet not a word escaped his tongue,
His wait unfinished, his heart still young.

Did Chauhan know? Did she ever see?
The depth of love, his silent plea?
Or was he left, a story untold,
A boy who waited in the rain and cold?

In the halls where laughter fades,
She entered like a gentle wave,
A saree draped in tender flow,
With icy black eyes, soft and slow.

Her beauty, a secret, serene,
As if the stars in her gaze had been,
And when the bangles sang their sound,
He saw her world, so rich, profound.

When He saw Chauhan in that saree’s grace,
A thousand thoughts began to chase,
The fabric’s folds, the shimmer’s glow,
Like a timeless story, soft and slow.

Her elegance, both bright and pure,
A sight so rare, it felt unsure—
As if the world had paused to see,
Her beauty, a quiet melody.

Amid the cheers of mock parliament’s might,
She stood so poised, a radiant light,
Her voice, a song that soothed the air,
Her steps, a dream beyond compare.

A moment caught between the days,
A memory wrapped in golden haze,
He watched her move with quiet grace,
Her presence bright, a shining face.

And when the bell rang out its song,
We walked the path where hearts belong.
In the bus, Yadav felt a quiet fire,
As she wore her mother's gentle attire.

With hands that trembled, soft and light,
He helped her with a simple plight—
Her bangles, precious as the dawn,
A task that felt like nothing wrong.

For if they broke, the world would weep,
A mother’s love, too vast, too deep.
So with a touch, and care to spare,
He eased her worries, unaware.

No words were spoken, just a silent glance,
In silence, they shared a fleeting dance.
For beauty stays in moments small,
In fleeting moments, where hearts stand tall.

Two years have passed since he last spoke,
A friendship once warm, now lost in smoke.
The day they met, Yadav felt a spark,
A connection, glowing in the dark.


It was April 8th, 2022, when they first locked eyes,
A moment so fleeting, yet it felt so wise.
Her smile, a light that shone so bright,
In that instant, everything felt right.

Through the halls, whispers filled the air,
Their bond was talked about everywhere.
But as the days slipped by, unseen,
A jealous shadow came between.

Satish whispered lies, a poison in her mind,
Sowing seeds that slowly wound and twined.
She pulled away, the distance grew,
And Yadav didn’t know what to do.

The bus, once their path to the same place,
Now carried Chauhan far from his embrace.
Satish took the seat beside her with ease,
That once belonged to Yadav, with quiet deceit.

Then, in the chaos, a friend in need,
He ran to help, driven by speed.
But fate, it seems, had other plans,
He hit Chauhan by mistake, with trembling hands.

She slapped him hard, her silence loud,
And since that day, he’s lost in a crowd.
Regret and silence, both his chains,
Two years of carrying unseen pains.

He tries to reach out, to make it right,
But fear keeps him hidden in the night.
He gathers courage, but when she’s near,
The weight of the past clouds his mind with fear.

A bond once strong, now torn apart,
Yet she still resides deep in his heart.
He wonders if, one day, they’ll see,
What was lost, could still be free.

He stands in silence, a man apart,
With loyalty etched into his heart.
Focused on what truly matters, true,
He knows his rules, and he lives them through.
Believing in Respect Given, Loyalty Earned
But in the depths, his heart has only burned.
For a love, quiet and pure, yet so far,
A love that shone like a distant star.

Chauhan—her name, attached in his soul,
Not for beauty, but for making him whole.
A connection deep, beyond the sight,
In her presence, everything felt right.
But she turned away, her heart closed tight,
Leaving him lost, adrift in the night.
Two years of silence, two years of pain,
A love untouched, a love in vain.

Two days with her—his only chance,
A fleeting hope, a brief, lost dance.
Those two days were his world, his heart’s cry,
Moments so precious, but time passed by.
He tried to speak, to make her see,
But hatred from past wounds blinded she.
Her heart closed tight, from hurt long past,
Yadav knew those two days wouldn’t last.

He wanted to say goodbye, to let her go,
But her silence was all he could know.
Her hatred from the past still held its sway,
A love that couldn’t open the way.
In those two days, he tried to fight,
But words failed him in the still of the night.
The past had built walls too high to climb,
And though he longed, he ran out of time.

He refuses the others, they can't compare,
To the one he loves, who isn’t there.
No other beauty, no other grace,
Could ever fill the emptiness in that space.
Yet in his mind, a voice so clear,
“No more love, I will ever appear.”
His heart closed tight, never to break,
Convinced the love he sought was a mistake.

For Chauhan’s love, he cannot erase,
The memory stays, time cannot replace.
And though he suffers, he holds her name,
In the silence, it’s always the same.
For no one will match the love he feels,
No other heart, no other appeals.
Though time has passed, the hurt remains,
Her name, would last forever in the strains.