Creations

TOILET: My Favourate Spot I have one, But everyone has two. It’s not any theatre, Neither any restaurant, Nor any sea of true blue hue! Those are full of crowd, But mine is not. They can suffer from a drought, But mine cannot. It helps in my urgent times, Very very urgent times. Whether it is my little finger or two It never focuses on my mimes (good thing uh?) My concert is held there, My gracious bathroom singing. Though no one comes to listen it there, Except the soap, toothbrush and foaming. My dance show is held there, My gracious classical style. Though no one comes to watch it there, Except the shampoo, conditioner and sometimes the nail file. But I have a seldom visitor, Mum calls him the plumber. He fixes the pipes okay, but acts as if his place, I particularly do not like that face. The place has helped me in studying, Improving my imagination and thinking. As no one there’s to disturb me, Except the bath...

MYSELF “Oh gosh she just said me that, how could she? Even though she’s my best friend” I talk like this Every morning I get Whenever I am busted up And whenever my tongue flutters up. To him or her I don’t know yet But he or she is My best friend I bet Yes it is invisible I never saw it But then I think Does the clothes it wears, does fit? Yes it is a mute I never heard it But then I think Who questions my mind always? Yes it is not touchable I never touched it But then I think Who puts my goosebumps always? No it can hear very well I always speak to it But then I think Why doesn’t any reply comes? My happiness my anxiety All is that it bares With such a variety What else does he cares? Then one day I discover It’s nothing but just me For a thing I was a lover It’s nothing but just me Because in the mirror There is no one except of the eerie me!              ...

It surrounds me when I am alone,  It sometimes shakes up my bone. Does it really matters if I have a different fashion, Loneliness is what I sometimes think is my passion. No friends, well-wisher or a person who cares, Or no one with whom my things can I share. But sarcastically yes I have many friends, As the catchy phrase is books are your best friends. All characters of the story occupy my mind, Cruel, tragic, romantic or kind. But forgetting him would be unfair, As he’s the one who should me the reading way as a dare. Library Ghost is its name  who has guided me to, Look on reading and to  fight with this cruel world of lame. All I know now is that people, Judging me strange, Won’t know about me and my best friend As its all my fiction Which do not exists in human range!                                           ...