The 1st April Guy..

So she still hurts me, While she hurts me still, Her eyes so wild, so pure, I am in love, I am sure. But she cares not much, For these eyes of mine, Who sought that love divine, A word I shall not touch. So she still hurts me, While she hurts me still, Her lips that say oh ho, Why her I chose, I still don’t know, My lips, Oh, do they still exist? Who knows about this? They hide that forgotten tryst. So she still hurts me, While she hurts me still, Her hair that shine and bounce, They just kill me ounce by ounce.  My hair, They don’t feel the fingers run, I miss the way she stirred, My hair into curls. So she still hurts me, While she hurts me still, Her heart that takes full pride, In doing what seems right. Look at me, my heart, A coward I have become, Just once I was rejected, Now turned into a dusty item. So she still hurts me, While she hurts me still, Her voice so sweet, so beautiful, Symphony from the harp of an angel. And my throat that takes no rest, From the cry...

A normal day at school for me was all about friends. Go to school. Reach 15 minutes earlier. And then give every friend a GRAND WELCOME. Or it would start with my entire friends circle playing football. John’s football skills really amazed me. He could do any trick one could expect in the international soccer field. What amazed me even more was that he wouldn’t go around telling everyone that he could do them. It would just take time to unfold the secrets of his wizardry. And all of us would brag about his skills. Now like in every batch in every school around the world, our batch also had its group of “mafias” and “crooks” and “dadas”. While playing in the same ground, they seemed to have an interest to play. Showing off their so called power, they entered the field and caught the ball and demanded us to make teams according to them. Naturally, we did not want to play with them. So we told them that they can’t play since it is the middle of the match. Now that one single pe...

So she still hurts me, while she hurts me still, Her eyes so wild, so pure, I am in love, i am sure. but she cares not much, for these eyes of mine who sought that love divine, a word i shall not touch... The 1st April Guy

              Friendship isn't a big thing - its a million little things. I have always been friends with everybody in the class. I always had casual talks with people in the class and sometimes used to flirt with the girls too (yeah, I flirt too)... This was probably the reason few girls started calling me Johnny Bravo... But today, this article is about boys (and i am not talking about flirting because i am not gay)... It is an incident that dates back to the mid of class 9th (I am in class 10th right now)... This is about 6-7 months ago... Our class was the last class in the corridor, and it had high windows... This was the recipe to mayhem... The spice to this recipe was that it was break time at that moment... Some of us boys stood up on the table, to look out of that high window... Now, I don't clearly remember what and who forced me or caused me to do it, but i jumped from the table to run behind someone... Now s...

You made a promise, To be with me, It was our secret, We were going to be free, To leave this land we have to think a lot, By air, by sea, it will cost a lot, I am too poor, to seek luxury, But I have enough to set us free We have to run, no matter how, I will save you, it is my vow, I am taking this pledge, to go to the edge. I am standing in the crowd, Waiting for you, I search in all directions, I look like a fool. Waiting for you all this time, Really makes me change my mind, If you love me or is the fault mine, Or is your love really pure and divine.  People call me a fool, Not more than a fanatic, The world out there is cruel, And I feel homesick. Years have passed, And I wait for you, My eyes are left aghast, And now there is nothing you can do. It seems so much fun to others, trouble me in the night, hit me with the banners, push into the dark and out of sight. I am still waiting for you, At this old station, What a beast I have grown into, And I am now feared by ...

As I returned from the middle of recess, All sweaty and grasping for breath, I searched for my water bottle in the mess,  Found an empty bottle that sat their ailing. I looked around at the bags of my friends, Up on the chair and down on the floor, Colours that were out of trend, Their bottles were in three or four. I took the one that was the warmest, For my throat was bad to be that honest, And it gave me a certain thrust, It was from that someone I could trust. The bell rung, The time was over, I mistakably bit my tongue, I really couldn’t tolerate the torture. It was maths period, Oh, how I loved maths those days, Now only for the so-called ill-fated, As the urge to find ‘x’ decays. I took out my pencil box, Started writing with my pen, It looked like the zerox, Of a painting of the feet of hen. I still managed to work somehow, Neared the end of my assignment, Sweat dropped from my eyebrow, On the work that looked decent. I finished my work, Shot up from my chair, Don...

Get inspired, From the unknown, It will keep you adventurous. Get inspired, From the unsaid, It will make you think a lot. Get inspired, From the unseen, It will make you dream even bigger. Get inspired, From the untold, It will only make you wonder. Get inspired, From the unfelt, That makes its presence felt. Get inspired, From the unthought-of, It helps keep uncertainty. Get inspired, From the unavailable, It will make you an inventor. Get inspired,   From the unbreakable, They’ll teach you to stay strong. Get inspired, From the unadulterated, To be natural and pure.

He is just standing there, Waiting for someone, Girls throng around him, He is destiny undone. He will change your future, And he dont need no help, He is a beastly creature, He will give life and take it away. He will fulfill all your dreams, He will shatter all their hopes, He is simple as he means, and as profound as a kaleidoscope. He scares you, And yet you love him, He will walk with you, If you earn him. He will tread on the untrodden, Unblemished are all the stains, He will shun you into wilderness, He is the one you cannot blame. Everyone can see him, But touch only the worthy one, Girls throng around him, He is destiny undone. This was a poem for an assignment at school... We were supposed to write a poem and make the reader/ audience understand what the theme was... So guess what it is... :) The theme for this poem was power... The 1st April Guy...

रक्त बहा देता है अपना, दर्द भुला देता है अपना, शहीद होने को तैयार है, देखो ! देश से कितना प्यार है | देश कि मिट्टी माथे पे मल, माटी में मिल्ने को तैयार, चाहे चले मोमबत्ती लेके, या चले कंधे पर बन्दूक सवार | चलोगे जब तुम एक जुट होकर, लेकर हाथों में हाथ, मन में यह भावना रख कर, कि जीये साथ और मरे साथ | जिन्दगी छोटी सी है, उद्देश्य इस्क एक हि है, त्याग करो इस्क दूसरों के लिए, जीयो भी उनके लिए | यह मेरी हिन्दी पोएम थि ! ऊप्स !! This was my hindi poem for an assignment in school... so thank you for taking out time... Proud to be an INDIAN.... The 1st April Guy...

In the depths of love, Lost I am, In the crust of earth, Lost I am, And desires erupt, Lost I am, Around that corner Lost I am, And lost is my turf. Lost I am, When the darkness shone bright, Lost I was, When the hope had died, Lost I was, When the gods had cried, Lost I was, When the humans sacrificed, Lost I was. When they won the battle, Lost was I, When the kings ran proud, Lost was I, When the soldiers shed blood, Lost was I, I am humanity, And lost I will be... The 1st April Guy...

I don’t believe in love, I don’t believe that there is someone, Whom god has sent for us, For nowadays the word love is big, And the people’s minds too small... I don’t believe in god, I don’t believe that there is one, and only one, Who can solve the problems of many, Because religion was meant to instill discipline, Not to take is name and kill many. I don’t believe in politics, I don’t believe the words they say, I don’t believe that one person alone can save the country, For there is greed written all over their face, I dont think they deserve a penny. I don’t believe in ghosts, I dont believe in the paranormal or the creeps in bats, Which fly out when the door is opened, Or the mummy which is a brat, I don’t seize to understand. I don’t believe in superstition, I don’t believe that a set of cards, Can determine your wrath, Or the crossing of the way by a cat, And then your luck will be bad. I don’t believe in doomsday, I don’t believe that the earth will fall, and that the...

You are cold, freezing cold, You are warm, piping hot, You are the essence of the world, while you can still be as tiny as a dot. You can be hard, When you are ice, You do turn soft, When the warmth begins to jive. You give everything life, And a perfect Strife, The bad influence makes you a threat, the most impure you one can get. You are 1 part oxygen, And 2 parts hydrogen, and still by mass, they are 16 is to 2. Okay fine guys, this poem was for a class assignment in school.. on nature.. and i had 5 minutes to write.. SO mind if it sound funny or boring... The 1st April Guy

Who am I? I am a son, Not your only one, We all love some family fun Expectations from me, Go beyond the stars, And learn to drive the car. Who am I? I am a brother The younger one, Getting pampered, Is a hamper, And expectations, To be at par, At intellect, hard work and power. Who am I? I am a student, The average one, But still above average, For I am smarter than all, But all you care about is marks, Expectations from me, Study hard. Who am I? I am a friend, Not the only one, But the only one, Because for me you are special, We share books, games and secrets, Expectations from me, To do as you do, To break the rules And live life the way one shouldn’t. Who am I? I am just a kid, And I want to be one, To work and work, Is not I want, I want to live life, I don’t want to be the number one… Because I am what I am, And I will remain what I want to be, Expectations from me, They can go to hell. Because that’s who i am.

I die at the will of my own, Not a flower for me should be thrown, For a flower you never gave when I was alive , What point in giving one when I die. When life had betrayed, How could have I stayed , Fooled myself each day , Thinking I’d be accepted next day. The next day never came, it never does, It was now time to decide, Death I chose, what was left in life, With no support, how could I strive. My belonging, though a few, Donate them as I bid adieu, You don’t deserve them, none of you do, Why not give to those who need a few. You didn’t smile for me in life, Why cry now, Don’t blame yourself, It’s too late now. Don’t burn me, Nor bury me, It’s a demand, And it is my right, Leave me in the forest, In harmony I shall rest. To god I say, you aren’t perfect, For this time, you made a mistake, You can’t read my mind, and so you didn’t, And so your reputation is at stake. You made man and gave him trouble, This time, I guess you did too much, Gave all the problems to little boy, ...