True Friend - A blessing

O! God what else should I cry for,
happiness or ecstasy?
O! God what else should I ask for,
peace or solidarity
for you have given me everything,
not in terms of stars or moon
but in terms of a person
who is so close to me
may be next to you
which seems to me
the best ever creation of yours.
Someone to share the problems,
to multiply the happiness,
to make me feel at the top.
That someone is a true friend.
O! God that is what you have blessed me with.

For a Friend Like You

For a friend like you,
Who is adorable as well,
i can go and have a dip,
in the pond of feelings,
full of fun and joy.

For a friend like you,
i can sail out of an ocean
with the invaluable pearls,
they are neither red nor green,
they are the shared moments,
the moments to be cherished.

For a friend like you
i can ride a mountain,
to pick the shiny pebbles,
neither round nor cornered,
they are the misunderstandings,
which developed between me and you.

for a friend like you
i can roam in a jungle,
to see the changing flora,
they are just like friendship,
priceless enjoyable and everlasting,
through which is blowing a cool breeze
which will cool your mind and mine too,

for a friend like you.........

Loneliness & Solitude

A feel of loneliness and solitude,
is it a problem of attitude?
or, a dilemma of life satisfying and pacifying?
haunting me like a bug,
sometimes even giving me a hug.
Is it an indication or deviation?
of the long road of life to come,
or a mystery simple but unsolved?
waiting for an angel to come
to light the way with a ray of hope,
till the horizon of satisfaction.

My College RNSIT

A great start,
with class and art,
coming up so fast......
To build the technocrats,
somehow with power and guts.
To lead the world,
in coming future,
to win the race,
what we have to face.

Recess Love

Two innocent faces,
during the lunch recess,
sitting on the stairs,
talking of their flavours,
looking through each other,
holding the hands together,
shrinking the world,
just in a volary of their own,
a scene in the recess to be shown.

Knowing Myself

There is a person i know,
talkative and perplexed,
sad never, happy ever.
Living in the present...
leaving the future, forgetting the past.
There is a person I know,
raring to go for the battle,
not with swords but the words,
his act comes first thinking later.
There is a person I know,
who is ruminant and ecstatic,
in some ways he is erratic,
There is a person I know..
I can say I know myself.