If Sagar becomes a teacher...

If Sagar becomes a teacher...

Sagar wants to be a teacher,
Get ready for a screamer,
The class will start 2 hours late,
If u wanna learn u better wait!

Sometimes there will be no lecture,
All will wonder what’s the matter,
Sagar coolly will say to them, “No harm!”,
Well, I didn’t get up, switched off the alarm.

God forbid, if he becomes a prof,
Students will know what is - “Khauf”,
They protest, "We shall bunk, teach him a lesson!"
Sagar thinks, “Balls to all, I started the fashion.”

Princes and paupers...

All you do is dream my friend,
The real world is a real bitch,
Don’t expect a thundering applause,
Nor a clap you can get with honour,

Forget your quest for the last frame,
Such a moment shall be an illusion,
The masks are ready to use,
Don’t need a moments notice to seduce.

Be careful not to come in the way,
A heap of ashes will be your fate,
Some ruthless princes do live here,
Watch your step and bow when near!

The kings are there to see them through,
A pauper you and me, we find our own,
Nothing on platter but through our sweat,
The sweet smell of lilies will permeate.

The day shall come when we stand up there,
Others will shamelessly beg and grovel,
High above where few can dare see,
But up there all alone we shall be!

Lady Luck

Pursue all your goals,
Satisfy your thirsty souls,
Get up when u fall down,
What (luck) goes around comes around!

Then it will be your day,
You will be there and say,
I thank him and I thank her,
Don’t forget lady luck, cos she’s very dear!

A hidden tear!

Always cry alone,
Laugh when others are around,
Till you die this goes on,
Such is life's merry-go-round.

Don’t show your sorrow,
They'll use it as a weapon,
Just showing sympathy with words,
And none at all in action.

There’s no real friend,
He is a mythical creature,
All are mere acquaintances,
Sooner you cry, quicker they disappear.

So remember you are alone,
You come alone, shall go alone soon,
Asking for an understanding companion,
Is like asking for the moon!

The Wound

Some wounds are deep,
Deep within your being,
They fester away relentlessly,
Corroding your soul.

These are special wounds,
Inflicted by those you love,
An enemy could stab and stab,
Still these hurt more.

The agony and trauma they cause,
Never, never do they heal,
You try but can’t forgive,
They haunt you till your death.

It’s like Gold and Iron talking,
Gold says, “We are beaten the same”
“But you shout and I bear.
“Why is that my dear?”

Iron says with a heavy voice:
“The difference is my friend,
You are beaten by iron,
But me by my own!”

April Fool

Distance makes the heart grow fonder,
Only bliss awaits us in future & yonder,
Together we are the ideal yin & yang,
Better still we'll be & arrive with a bang!

As months turn to years and years to decades,
We shall overcome all odds and barricades,
Old age will be elysian with you by my side,
Life with you will be a fun fun ride!

O my beutiful April Fool,
You're my life's school,
Beatific smile and those angel eyes,
Your heart is where my Eden lies.