Being ME!

It's a GAL!! said the doc,
And the whole world fell apart,
Happiness crept into the mock,
To see a tiny life just start!

She began to crawl and walk,
And put her mom on her toes,
With her bro, to teach her talk,
She learnt to make no foes!

Feed Me!! was her favourite line,
A chubby and cute devil was she,
Cried for food always so fine,
Gobbled on chutney with idli!

At six, grew up with friends dancing,
She was a tantrum queen,
Bunked school just for playing,
Made friends which were so unique!

Cats, Dogs and chicks,
Wer her only kin,
Friends whom she cannot pick,
She always ran with an extra fin!

What a tom boy!
She turned out to be,
At 11, left all her soft toys,
For boys she could see!

Karate and sports her hobbies at teen,
Cars and bikes were her passion,
Study and Books she hated to see,
Bermudas and shorts, just her fashion!

Then an angel was sent from above,
Loads of affection that he showered,
She couldnt stop falling in love,
It was time for her to flower!

After an year or two,
He left her life,
And her heart, he left to sew,
And deeply cut like a knife!

She than learnt to live,
With no tears and only smile,
Made many friends who only give,
And walked with her every extra mile!

Laughs and dreams,
Later was all she had,
Games and screams,
Never left her sad!

Dont be dazzled,
By reading this,
Wont leave you puzzled,
That girl is ME!!

Tribute to Wild Wings!

Scorching sun and a volleyball match,
I am ready for the run,
That was the day I met the guys,
For whom life’s just fun!

Amused with that company,
I kept going for lunch,
To a building so far,
Just to have with them a tiny munch!

A bite here and a bite there,
A Hi here and a Hi there,
A smile here and a slap there,
Friends of mine are everywhere!!

This was the place, I thought
Where I should belong,
With “All masti and lil work”,
And ofcourse our game of Ping-Pong!

More friends into the group,
And more fun on our way,
The time that we spent together,
Has got a lot to say!

A trip to Srisailam,
A game of air hockey,
A few frames of bowling,
And Cheers! To our champ Triveni!

Had an outing at Runway,
With “Wild Wings” as our logo,
Done everything spicy and all that’s naughty,
As “FUN!!” was our motto!

With beautiful memories and some spicy pics,
It’s time for the wings to let go a feather,
But, to wherever it flies, it wishes,
That the wings, would remember it forever!!

Three cheers to WILD WINGS!!!

Flying without wings!!

On a road so wide, with a bright moon light,
With the gentle kiss of the cool breeze,
I felt a hand that grabbed mine tight,
Of someone from my dream and made me freeze.

Like a little ray of hope, fogged by the mist,
The touch made my heart skip a beat,
Running into the wild, I searched for that fist,
Wished, the dream would repeat.

Days ran into months, and months became years,
Waiting for that special some one,
To take my hand and let go off my fears,
To whisper with love, "I am the one!"

The day arrived, with a flash in the sky,
The dream re-occured, abd before it fade,
Time for me to stretch my wings and fly,
With him to a place far far away.

He grabbed my hand and whispered his love,
Never had a feeling so fine.
A thunder and I woke with a move,
Falling deeply from cloud number nine!!

My Sweet Short Story

Seen him around,
Next to my bay,
Never noticed,
We had nothing to say.

A face filled with smile,
A twinkle in his eyes,
A glance at him,
Melts my heart like ice.

A word with him, would make my day,
A feeling, with my friends I want to share,
Scared, how he might react,
What the heck! Have nothing to spare!!

Waited for the day,
For the nick of time,
To run to him, and
Speak the very line!

A coffee with me?
I dared to ask,
Yes, he answered
And there goes the sparks!

A longing to see him,
Often and again,
Cant meet him till tuesday,
OH! This, is a sweet pain!

Let him be the special someone,
Is all that i pray,
Those smiles and twinkles,
I don't want to get away!