Can you??

Can you??

3 monkeys

1 dog

students

talent

First

Evening

Bank

Rural

Urban

Army

Range

Yield

Something which never comes is hidden in it…

Try to find…

(Don’t forget to answer)

Floral life….

Floral life….

Born in dark leaves with the company of sharps

Swinging all the day from left to right

I think only to not get plucked…

All my mates protect me from danger

And I slow down them with my scent when they are anger

We are family we love each other

We fight lot but protect each other

I’m a small creature in this big world

But every big thing is incomplete without me…

I sometimes become a token of love

Sometime a get well soon wish…

But sometimes I become a thing to fill the dustbins

I have been crushed by the heavy soft feet of people

All my veins get crushed

All my lifeblood flows to the gutters…

I would always wish to not get plucked by people

And no blood of mine flows in the gutters…

Thank you...

Thank you…

Hello diary,

   I love writing you….

   I love reading your pages again and again…

   Sometimes I think you are a girl’s first love…

   Specially mine…

   You are the only one who feels my pain

   And paints them to your pages…

   You are the only one,

   Whom I never hesitate to share my feelings with

   When world puts me away you are my dearest way

   You are just a book of papers to the world

   To me, you are bonfire in my every coldest night…

Dreams

Dreams

I dream to become something noteworthy in this world..

I dream to learn that part of life which gives me strength

Dreams are not only wishes; they are ways leading to the destiny…

Dreaming about something is half done to achieve it…

Dreams can never be killed; they can just kept away…

Dreams are like magic candles, they know how to relight even though they are put out…

Every dream is possible only when we keep the belief and Try to make them possible….

A Doubt...

A doubt…

Sometimes I am lost in my thoughts

And my thoughts always run to those things

Which I always have a doubt…

Sometimes I think,

Why the sky is blue?

Why the earth is round?

Why all the monkeys have not evoluted to humans?

Why don’t clouds slip the sky?

When the sun is blazing, how its not get burned?

Why air is invisible?

Why water is colorless?

Why cockroaches are not remunerated when they have acted for Hits advertisement?

Why nights are dark?

Why don’t animals speak?

Why moon appears only at night?

And when I get confused I ask these to my pops

Even there I got no answer…

Can anybody answer to my questions???

Please, please, pussy...

  Please, please, pussy...

“Shhhh! Shhhh! Don’t shout!

Papa’s sleeping….

Please, please, don’t scream

Papa’s still sleeping…

Okay, okay, I promise…

I will feed you full cup of milk…

Please for now don’t shout…”

This is what every morning

I promise to my little pussy…

She screams like a town crier

And wakes every one up…

She is a hungry cat all the time…

Just if I feed her a cup of milk

She climbs on bed and goes into the dreams…

My pussy loves when I play with her coat

And loves to snuggle in my lap…

She becomes a hurdle when I walk

And becomes a ball when I scold

She purrs so cutely when I scrape her neck

With all her purr, angry and hungry

She is so cute and lovely friend of mine…

Tears

Tears

Tears are not water but feelings

Which fall in the form of water,,,

Tears are that part of crying which do come

With a process of hurting deep from the heart…

When a tear drops it takes away

All the thorns that pierced your heart…

When a tear leaves your eye

Every that part which made you shed leaves you away...

Some people hold tears in their eyes

And cover them with a fake smile...

They need to know that,

A fake smile can convert into real one only when they drop all the tears from their eyes….

Mom's a Gift...

Mom's a Gift...

Mother’s heart is a place

Where every child finds his home…

Mother’s lap is a place

Where child finds his luxury to dream…

Mother’s eye is a place

Where love is mixed with tears…

Mother is that beautiful creation of god

Which is gifted to every child…

A mother is everything in one

And one to be in every one…

Smile...

Smile...

Smile is that prettiest thing that needs not to be worn with beautiful dresses or diamonds

Because smile itself is a beautiful ornament

Smile is the master key

With which any heart can be opened

Smile is that thing which hides deepest secrets in it

It is the token of love….

Smile - Should do Must In Life Everyday…

My papa....

My papa....

The only hand I ever wanted to hold  

is my fathers’..

He is my father, but my bestest friend…

I know he has many tensions

But I know how to make him smile…

I know he will be angry sometimes  

But I know how to make him happy…

He is the only one with whom I share the deepest part of my heart…

My papa is similar to all other fathers

But different in asserting his love and fatherhood…