It's my way!

I felt for him without knowing; Without understanding I think about him this time, And all day and while I have nothing to say. Nothing for crave I have him just him. They say I live for him, My love is filled till brim. What about him Will he ever know his sin?  Will he ever come to you? Or is it just your ecstatic woe! But I say I have him just him. I know he will never come, I know that he will come My mind is fickle Till the time he come and tickle How does he look like? I don’t know! But he is there ‘Cuz with his each breath I survive.

If being pauper is my crime, Thought the painter in his mind; Then atrocious is their sight. Waking up to the glittery land That everyone has transcend With the money minded band. Nothing to eat, no reason to breathe All are working as a creep Who only breathe to cover their needs? I went to color their ashy brown world Full of dusts, filth, and eyes-mould; But did not commit a crime so bold. They saw the color wasted But not me who lie ghastly He laughed and she held her curl hastily.  He died! He Died! Cried my wife Poor she unable to understand their naïve They said “pay us for the paint he wasted and stop crying”.

Following is a write-up dedicated to the stage that most of us go through, College anxiety and problems- He entered into his college not predicting the next four years of his life. He was just 18 years old- young, jolly and vivacious. He was so inexperienced that he hardly knows how to stand on stage without stammering and shivering. So in his first semester of the college, he decided to explore himself. He performed a dance at college event when his seniors asked him there is no performer in the event and you have to perform. So he performed in his own freshers’, where he was to be welcomed, standing there performing for his own classmates. This made him more confident and in the next performance he taught his non-dancer classmates to dance. Well, his classmates refused to accept that it was him who has taught them so, and probably they could have done the same without him. Smiling forward and forgetting the event ever happened, he moved on. He held mic in college's fest ...