Mywritings

 In a long way road, With 44 tonne load,( 44 subjects.) Stepping on Rocky pyre, I am tired. With each thorny flower,( Assignments) And a grade sheet shower.( Hopes for marks) The deadline fired. I am tired. Memories which suck, Formulas which aren't stuck. The ideals are liar ( ideal laws/states.) I am tired. With   syllabus lame,(outdated,) Putting our life in vane, The teaching are eyes drier. I am tired. With sleepless night, But, Still a smile bright. With the concepts flower, Containing my power, Refraining to GIVE UP, Willingness, plan and my desire. I.. AM.. FIRE.....                  - Aniket B Nigam J. ( Title credits- Hamza Faruqui)

 The hands, i marry The heart beat they carry, The tears they wipe, The laughter they hide. The hairs they play, The wisdom they pay. The care they heed. They are my needs. These hands i marry, My heart beat they carry.                    - Aniket B Nigam J.

 Dashing are his looks, And a person wise, Nicest are his thoughts, In a head with grass and flies. So his acts are gentle, or just a fool behave, Hard it is to be a man, with VIKAS a native grave.