I love your
body....

'coz your soul is in
it!!!!

Wssp with gold?!!!

Mirror, Mirror on the wall
What is the important thing of all?
Your highness,
Of course, its Gold…
Tell me the reason, Oh, Mirror!
Your Highness:

It’s in the heart of Gold
Are preserved the words sweetly told.
There are Golden memories of sweetheart
Who has for ever depart.
Gold is what is seen in the eyes
When someone’s love for you never dies.
Can be worn in many different ways
To adorn yourself on happy days
Most cherished is Golden facial
To glow her face when its dull
India borrows all her money
By exchanging Gold, isn’t it funny?
Happiest one, when it comes to rescue
When girlfriend’s birthday gift is due!

But O Highness!
It really must have been Heaven’s true art
To create Parents with Golden heart

Wanna be 18 til I die..

Read on...




Wanna be young the rest of my life
Never say no, try anything twice
Till the angels come and ask me to fly
Gonna be 18 till I die…

There’s something attached to the word teen
And hence is loved age eighteen
Free as a bird you seem to be
Now I’ll tell you what’s 18 to me

18 is the age I’ll always be
Nothing more expected from me
Must have been an artist’s creative hand
Who gave this age like a magic wand

Suddenly you are intelligent and bright
Leading yourself from darkness to light
Learning the hard way what is fine
Making the luster within you shine

Out of school, entering college
Grabbing things, they called knowledge
Age when creativity is at its best
All the problems now seem to rest

I love to set my own trend
Never care about a boyfriend
Make all my dreams come through
Visualize myself getting through

Everything suddenly turns sweet
World too, comes at your feet
18 is surely the age you roar
What can I write more?

Happiness is a State of Mind

Happiness is knowing someone
Nice like you…
It’s sharing good times
Together too…

What makes me happy
Is a smile of a baby
To say a word of cheer
to dry a fallen tear
To lend a helping hand
and try and understand
To make and keep a friend
for a broken heart to mend
To brighten someone’s day
not caring about the pay
Never too busy to be kind
and hidden smiles I find
To stop to do little things
n rewarded by the joy it brings

Happiness is also when I tap
solitude in Mother Nature’s lap
Also love of father, sister and someone other
Happiness to me is “smile of my mother”