i loved warm,
for I cuddled,
while spring,
made me fall in,
only to call her autumn,
when she smiled,
until I finally,
while it was,
still raining roses,
or was I still,
lost in her eyes?


I feel blues and whites when I look above while walking, and looking at the naked sky, with browns, standing tall, on which I see, small small greens, hanging, some waiting to be plucked, other’s enjoy the wind, that caresses them. Some greens peeks through the browns, on which I walk barefoot, only to see the reds and yellows blooms, for I love their smell. I pluck the reds, for my light browns, loves to gaze at them. I walk through the greens, to reach the end of it, only to now look at the blues, that stretches itself, only to see the orangish-red set, and oh it feels beautiful, for now it havens in the blues, well that’s what it looked like. I look back, to see someone in blue, running towards me, and Oh I feel a skin, on my cheek, and pinkish-red on my lips, only to see a whites twinkling, on a black, smiling back at me, as I put my skin, over her, only to feel her close to me.



Shakespeare taught me how to love,
Only to move like Michael Jackson,
Which makes me sing like Ed Sheeran,
Only to lost in the beautiful eyes of Emma stone.

Anna hathway rose like features,
Lost in her dreams, only to find myself sleeping in the lap of Mother Teresa,
Only to see myself looking up to, Swami Vivekananda.

Won’t sink like the Titanic,
But will love you, like The Notebook,
Until the very end.

Would perform beautifully like Leonardo DiCaprio,
Only to be as bold as Jake Gyllenhaal,
Strolling across the detail only to imagine as if it’s written by Jeffrey Archer,
As I slowly, close my eyes,
Only to walk, as Srijan Gupta,
One Day.