Love is...

It is all about the language which your heart speaks.
It is all about making your world go around.

It is the most beautiful gift given to us by God. People who have been or are in love know it better than anyone else. It is the feeling which has no limits. It is that emotion which gives the whole body a pleasure and inner delight. Everything is fine until you are in it. It is among those wonderful experiences which has no end. It is ready to do anything. It is able to cross every barrier.

-Love is to love someone for more than four years without ever thinking about anyone else.
-Love is the increase of heartbeat when you see her or think about her.
-Love is to just think about her every time you need someone.
-Love is to send her a bouquet of flowers when you first knew her B'day.
-Love is to send her photographs which you clicked without her notice.
-Love is to do everything to know anything about her.
-Love is the nervousness when you first rang her up.
-Love is the desperation to meet her the very first time in college.
-Love is the feeling to be close to her for some time.
-Love is to have the curiosity to celebrate her birthday.
-Love is to give her something worthwhile on this day.
-Love is to get wet & reach college to give her something for the first time.
-Love is to get drenched in rain from head to toe on return after gifting her.
-Love is to get scolding from Mom and lie sick for two days.
-Love is to have cold coffee in spite of having caught a cold.
-Love is to call her back after getting a missed call and talk to her for hours.
-Love is to tell her how much I like her, how much I love her.
-Love is to never show my face again after she said 'No'.
-Love is to never ever call her and irritate her.
-Love is to do anything and everything possible for her, just to see her happy.
-Love is to wait for the day when she will say - "I LOVE YOU - WILL YOU BE MINE?"

Never knew life would be such a mess,
Why the hell did I ever confess?

Never knew would have to pay such a price for being bold,
Everything went haywire and nothing was on hold.

Never knew love would be so tough,
Thought it would not be a big bluff.

Never knew that love is not for everyone,
It is for one and that....someone.

Never knew that the world has changed so fast,
If it would have been a race I would have been the last.

Never knew there would be no value for my feeling and emotion,
What did I get for my dedication, determination and devotion.

Who will give me the answer to this? Will she?
Oh! God help me and have mercy on me.

It is so sweet...

Is it what I think is love,
Which looks like a beautiful dove.

When I walk down the street,
Suddenly see her with oceanic eyes.
Everything around becomes concrete,
And everything within me dries.

Oh! That is the most beautiful experience,
To have at her just but one shameful glance.

She is very beautiful, simple, charming, & she is too cool,
I just want to tell her: “I love you from the days of school.”

It feels so good to think about her again and again,
I’m waiting for the day when we’ll be together in the rain.

I am craving for the day to be with her,
I am dying for the moment when I’ll love her.

Oh! God hear my prayers and make everything fine,
And do something so that she can be all mine.

Don’t worry, be happy.
(Adapted from a song)

It is a little song I wrote,
I’d like it sing it note by note.

Every life you have some trouble,
When you worry you make it double.

In out the place you lay your head,
Somebody came and took you bed.

The landlord says your rent is late,
He may have to show you the gate.

You got no cash you got no style,
You got no friend to make you smile.

Because when you worry your face will frown,
Your hurt will bring everybody down.

Listen to the…
(Adapted from a song)
 

Listen to the falling rain pour,
With every drop of rain I love you more.

Listen to the beating heart roar,
With every beat of my heart I love you more.

Listen to the blood in my nerves flow,
With every flow of blood my love will grow.

Listen to the air blowing through the woods making hisses,
With every blow of air I send you kisses.

The Cyber Space...

This is a competitive world and a computer age,
Whoever is aware of this can be called a sage.

Computer has become a seed,
Of our daily need.

For some it is a fear, for some it is a riddle,
But be sure you’ll never be in middle.

If you miss this chance, you’ll cry later,
Because you know, your decision does matter.

So friends come out of your ignorant world and place,
And embrace the world of “The Cyber Space.”

Pure Love...

Love is great,
Which is not born through hatred.
Love never fails,
It has a head but not a tail.

Love doesn’t hang on tree,
But it is found free.
Love is in the air,
Not found everywhere.

Love does not fear,
Neither does it hear.
It makes people do,
The things they know they ought to do.

Love always wants to share,
And makes each one to care.
It is a war where no one can flee,
For love is made just for “You” and “Me.”

Never Say…….No...

Be it at night,
Or be it at light.
Be it a fight,
Or be it a fright.
Always be happy,
Always be jolly.

Never put up anything for tomorrow,
Else you’ll land up in sorrow.

Always try to be neat and smart,
Pure in thought and good at heart.

Always try to do whatever you say,
As it is a must and will make you gay.

Everyone in this world have to play a part,
Which is not of course and easy art.

You are sent into this world as a part of a show,
So always be daring and “Never Say…..No.”

What love should be...

Love is to make friends,
The process that never ends.

Love should be pure as a saint,
It should not be used to make people faint.

Love should not make people hate,
It need’s patience to wait.

It is an awesome gate,
Where art held fate.

The MOBILE trauma....

Mobile! What is it?
Everywhere it can fit.
It's become an instant hit,
But on many it looks like a shit.

So many phones,
So many ringtones.

With several shapes and sizes,
But varying in prices.

Limited buttons,
Unlimited functions.

Kabhi computer kabhi mobile,
Bahut vast hai iska profile.

It brings tears, it brings smile,
It has become a status symbol and a new style.

SMS and chat adds up to fun,
Roaming is there when you are on the run.

Be on the road, be it on the terrace,
Anywhere and everywhere there is someone to harass.

Play a game or store a name,
Each day a new model is in fame.

Coloured green, blue, or white,
Different phones emit different light.

Pay and use or use and pay,
With GPRS you can find your way.

Story of a SPERM...

(After reading this article don't think anything bad about me. This story is adapted from a Hollywood movie and I converted it into an imagination by me.)
 

My journey begins with heat and ends with heat. I cause the deepest passion; I come as a new life in this world. Here I am to narrate my story – a journey which is long very long.

I live in the male human body. A male or say Adam is a symbol of passion in whose body the hot lava of incitement exists. While on the other hand the female or say Eve is a symbol of attraction. In her, blooms the direst desire to calm down the thirst arising in her immature organs. Both male and female open themselves to each other and lie fully bare touching every part of their body with that of the other. The lavish, calm, soft and sensational touch produces a deep fire of passion and activates every part of the body.

I am there till one day my owner introduces his stimulating organ inside that of a female. That is the time when the world seems full of din and confusion and useless. Continuously the organ is pricked into that of female and during this process I and my millions of brothers are transferred into the organ of the female and we enter a new world where our life struggle begins (just like a caterpillar which tries to come out of its cocoon). Tremendous heat is produced during this process. Everything burns like the hot sun and in a short while cools down like ice. The knot of virginity is broken…

Now we are into a new world where there is a rat race to dig through the most important barrier which restricts our entry. I was by birth very adventurous and stood very active in everything. We all were desperately trying to go through the wall but in vain. Several of my brothers died and several were still struggling. I was lucky and found a spot of entry. I called my brothers but no one heard and so I had to go alone. I dug through and entered the world of twists and curves. It was a ling path and finally I landed on a thing which was very spongy.

Yes, that was the thing where entries was allowed but not exit. I entered and lay there cuddling for about nine months developing day by day into a baby – a human being. And finally you have me in this world where again I have to travel a long journey in the form of a human being.

This is my story, the story of a sperm which you cannot see with your naked eyes. Even the most powerful of microscopes sometimes leave me unnoticed.

That’s why it is said “Even the smallest creature has its place on earth and has a job to do.” Man is made to struggle, to live, to die and above all to do the job for which he or she is sent to this earth.