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...

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