The Sun

The glowing ball they call The Sun….

My fuel

You know what drives me day in and day out. It is that presence of yours that keeps me going. Like the fuel in an engine, running through its veins. Smooth, thick, viscous and yet unclogging, independent, gives freedom…….

A poem to my friend…

See there is something called history,
Turns out it was a mystery,
You and me met over a scenery,
Set in the days of gregory,
We were two individuals,
Trying to become some special muals,
Time was set rolling,
Gears of the world started rolling,
We grew our bond,
Nurtured it with affection and care,
I cannot forget the day we sang,
The song that two friends sang,
Friendship we called that bond,
Stronger has become the same bond,
We have seen so much together,
Remember that night of December,
We were building our futures,
And then you entered your futures,
You have advised me grow over,
Better things are on the way, Told me to move over,
Your shoulder I had always relied upon,
Topled over obstacles but never let anyone grow on,
You would soon leave the city to become a new you,
Beware if ever I was forgotten by you,
I will always remind you my presence,
I will be there in anyone’s absence,
I wish you all the best in life,
Hope you get everything that is the best,
Work hard, make your life,
But remember to take out time for your life,
Remember to talk with people that love you,
Do things that bring happiness to you,
I wish you reach the great Heights,
Where the sun shines the brightest,
I hope you get a place with the stars,
But remember to look around,
A friend will be there telling the world, 
See that star in the brightest sky,
That’s my friend who once said on a starry sky,
Bro, I will rule the world one day,
That day has come and that is today,
And that day we will party the greatest,
Don’t ever think of things that stress you,
Smile and this world will be you,
We will meet again,
Ah! What a blast would that be once again.

Being serious…

Sometimes being serious is the only option you got….

Taken in the college sometime back.

Person in the Picture- Aman Bansal 

Our days..

We all have an expiry date that will come someday. Until then why not let ourselves be driven by crazy thoughts, love breathlessly, laugh endlessly, forgive easily and live extremely because at the end this life is all we got….

The good old days…

Remember that place where we used to hang out together? We have left so many things back there….