My Last Wish

No words to describe this poem.... This is for all the cancer survivors and their feelings.... Salute to you guys... Not less than soldiers because they teach us to fight back...!!!!

What if my last wish was to experience everything ?
I know my father would fulfil it.
What if my last wish was to live my dreams ?
Yes, my mother will help me to live it all.
What if my last wish was to relive my life ?
I can see a little 'me' in my sister reliving my life.
What if my last wish was to make a new world ?
Yes, my teachers would teach me how to make one.
What if my last wish was be the happiest ?
My friends are always their for me to be happy.
What if my last wish is to live longer ?
What if my last wish is to stay younger ?
Can anyone fulfil my wish ?
Can anyone help me do this ?
I know I am stupid to be hopeful,
But this feeling of helplessness is awful !

The Great Man, The Great Soul

This poem is specially dedicated to one of my favourite uncles... Who left this world, teaching us to live our life happily....!!! 

The great man who became our past,

Left this world very fast.

He became our history,

His life journey became a mere story.

He taught us to be selfless,

He taught us to spread happiness.

He will always be remembered as,

A lovable father,

A jolly brother,

An ever-supporting husband,

A kind-hearted friend ,
And an all rounder son,
Who made every occasion so much fun.
He was so lively,
That he changed every situation with his smile very lovely.
His absence is an unexpected loss,
In just few days, verything went for a toss.
He came like a stranger,
He went like a soldier.
Our unforgettable uncle 'DEBU'
We will never forget you.
WE LOVE YOU.... 

A Few Lines For A great Teacher !

This poem is dedicated to all my dear teachers... Who have been tolerating me till now...!! 

I may not know,

How it feels to be a teacher ,

But I definitely know ,

 How it feels to have a teacher!

I may not be the Excellent student of yours,

 But I want to be the Memorable student of yours .

I may not be the student ,

Who is good at everything,

But I want to be the student ,

Who can help you in anything.

You taught me the meaning of life,

In a very short span of time .                            

You have become the spark of light,

 For the ones who are in dark at night.

You are the teacher,

Who knows to strengthen my weak feature.

 Being your student is my pleasure,

 But having you as my teacher is my greatest TREASURE....!!

A Teacher As A Friend !!!

A ‘good friend ‘is our best teacher, but a good teacher is always our ‘best friend’.

This one is dedicated to my favourite teacher...!!

We were strangers the very first day,

But became friendly the very next day.

You are the only friend, who can lead us,

You are the only friend who can scold us.

You are the one, who teaches me right,

You are the one who teaches to fly like a kite.

You are the one, who helps us when we are hopeless,

You are the one who can tell us, ‘work more talk less’.

Who said teachers cannot be our BEST FRIENDS,

In fact they are the one who lead you to the success trends.

Teachers are the true friends, who never ditch us,

And they are the one who never forget us.

My Life , A Dream !

This poem is for my grandfather who passed away this year.... But he still exists as the best grandpa in my memories... !!! I love you grandpa... Missing you...!!

My life was a dream,

With no great grief.

A meaningless definition,

With words very brief.

My dreams broke up,

And I woke up,

To feel the depth,

Of my grandfather's death.

His presence was my preacher,

His absence was my teacher.

He taught me to find silence in noise,

He taught me not to raise my voice.

He spoke with his silence,

He worked with patience.

His knowledge was immense,

His thoughts were intense.

He had solutions,

For all my questions.

I loved the way he taught,

I loved the way he wrote.

I miss him a lot,

Give him back to me, Oh God !

I want him, please,

It is my greatest wish lord !

Yes I Am Jealous !

I wrote this poem when me and my best friend fought for a person who actually had no importance in our life...!! 

I am jealous ,

When your hand is in someone else's hand,

What about my hand ?

Yes, I am jealous,

When you approach someone else for your fun walk,

What about my secret talk ?

Yes I feel jealous,

When you prefer someone else's company,

Than my funny harmony.

Yes, I think I am jealous,

When your laugh is heard with someone else's laugh,

And I am sad enough to hide my tears by telling,

"It is just a cough, enough !"

Yes, I think I may be I am jealous,

When you tell me to go,

To tell a thing to that person, which I don't know.

Yes, people tell I am jealous,

When I cry,

But your eyes are dry.

Yes, I am being callous,

But I have no courage to tell you,

That YES, I AM JEALOUS...

Competition Of Life !

I don't know why did I write this poem .... But yeah I am tired of competing....!!


What is my aim ?
Am I working hard for the same ?
Elders say,
It is new generation game,
It is the new way ,
To gain name and fame,
I am not the only one with this thinking,
But I am also not the one who loves competing.
In this world of competition,
We have lost our identification.
Will we ever get back our identity ?
God knows why people tell it is youth infinity.
Should I be better ,
Or best ?
I don't know who is my competitor,
Others or my own soul caged in my chest ?
I don't think competition is the only method,
Because I don't want to be a nerd.
I think just follow your dreams,
To be a part of great successful team.
It is in your hands whether you become 
a genius or a nerd,
But I will definitely become like,
Phineas and Ferb...!!!