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The smile on your face Could lit a million lights Your eyes as bright as sun’s rays With spirits as high as the flying kites You could fill a depressing soul with energy And make a lazy dog run When you make some notorious mistakes without apology My life seems filled with fun You keep running without getting tired Jumping like a frog with ecstasy Sometimes you turn me nervy and wired But the moments you offer are no less than a fantasy The desire and curiosity you possess Carves your mind with brilliance Your limits become difficult to assess As you’re my God’s gift of elegance What do you see in your dreams? Galloping your thoughts into actions Every object you analyse with means And you learn everyday with your friend bastions Sometimes I want to feel your dreams To have your level of energy and ecstasy Sometimes I want to go back in time And become back a kid and be sassy

For years, you have failed Trying to do the undone And you were never bailed Missing, the eternal throne With all the blood stains Driving your way, without help With a never-ending quest to gain Your thirst, alike a tireless gulp When the destiny was far You worked hard like a speeding car Your thoughts and ideas, suppressed and stifled Your poor soul ended up trifled While you worked round the clock Yet failed to reach the success dock All your efforts went in vain Misery after misery, damaged your brain Life wasn’t fair to you At times, you felt you were cursed Yet your hope stuck you like glue Despite your dreams dissolved When failures taught, you lesson You took them with a smile, galloping When you were dealt with treason You chose not to halt, but to keep moving With a never stop attitude Slowly you gained altitude Out of thin air, a ray of light beckoned Giving you a way in the path so darkened Those who a

It has been a decade long dream to write some short stories. Although I was an avid blogger, who often used to write about a lot of things, somehow this was undone for in fact a very long time. I was too much into poetry and current events and always felt bored to write short stories and stories. I was not a reader who would read a book that has more than 10 pages. When that is my habit, how would I feel about writing a book that is 100 pages long. These thoughts have been flowing through my mind and kept me from writing stories and short stories. I always would like to write stories in such a way that resembles a movie since it has a valid narrative style. Sometime during Jan 2017 when I was jobless, I started writing full-fledged book by keeping my rule intact of not growing more than 15-20 pages. They could be called short books. I completed two - one was philosophical and the other being related to Economics. Both of them was well received. I had been desperate to write s