I was confused, should I knock and ask permission or just push it open. Finally I slowly pushed it, there was a gang of senior girls waiting for me.
I hurried and picked up the phone. It was my friend’s mother. She informed me that my best friend had died two hours ago due to an accident.
Love Poem on Midnight: It’s one of the midnights when stars are scores; It’s such a midnight when darkness sores; It was a midnight i savored you as a rose.
He was running on the pavement like never before, with tensed expressions that glowed and dimmed under the municipal street lights
Poem on Dream: A platinum wash of moonlight, lit up the scene in its mercurial splendour. Colours were lost. Everything appeared in stark black and white.