Being alone at hostel

corridors which kept buzzing wit guys all round are quite

seems that mess workers have got some respite.

you have all the license to shout and sing

seems that everyone is himself's king.

books and notes have been thrown into the shelf

its the perfect time to relax our self.

cricket and TT are all in the action

but as always i remain far away from perfection.

bikes seems to be the only mates to roam around

at nites one can easily hear the barking sound.

after all these days the hostel seems to be just a mere structure

seems like being alone in the hostel is going to make me fracture.

Amative

My love, my heart, my soul is my gift to you
Your smile, your love is the only reward I would want

Precious, like a gem made by angels to shine forever
Releasing the passion inside me that burns for you
Intertwining our destinies, so that we two soul mates
Now and forever, can live out our hopes and dreams
Creating our own bond of life, to overcome the challenges
Explore the mysteries, and to enjoy life as it should be
Sharing the peace and love, that everyone looks for
So in the end I want nothing, because I have everything I need