This is a poem from my brodaa NISHIT...
It's for the gal of his dreams..   A great one.

Here it goes. ..

 On the wet dawn,glory within me looses
the tiny water horizons, flow down my eyes
I stay shut for reasons and causes,
She told me before our hate arise.

I don't hate, neither neutral
It is my love. She is unable to understand
I guess she wont understand it till my memorial
My eyes will close and chest will support my hand.

Though you go and tell her,
Would she still love me forever?
Or hate fights , stands or begins a war
Kill me and satisfy her love sour.

She would be immortal for me
Cause I am a lover also a heart thief.

ClassRoom....

8 hours spent on the school days....

A student's that period of time till their graduation....

I learnt a lot in the past....
And I am still a learner...

Everyday i step in that class with new thought's, new ideas to imply in it...

I won't ever be much big for stepping in that classroom...
 Love for life started their n will end their...

Everyone of you out there... Listening to me?
Everyone...

You have a great potential within you...
 A great talent indeed....

Some have already been known to what their talent is... And someone still awaits...

Find your talent witn your self...
Hunt your talent...
Go for a tour for hunting your talent...

Tour for TalentHunt within you....

Make it a trip of awesomeness... Live it at the moment....

Every day is a different day... From the one u spent before u woke up another day...
It's always thinking about your future, forgetting about bad past and staying in the present....