Far away you lie,into the distance ,where your shadow meltsinto the clouds.Carried away by the windssoul caught up in the storm,your shouts which shrilled the skies,have now transformed into a distant melodious rhyme.Don’t pretend they listen,impervious colonies of deaf resides,only signs and alarms they pay heed toones which direct them,drills

Stories Untold

An unshared feelingReeling in the mindAn unwritten textWaiting to be definedAn undone friendshipThat keeps heart pinedAn unspoken wordThat could forge new bondsAn unreciprocated hugThat could turn things aroundAn unsaid apologyWaiting to gain groundAn unsent letterCould give relationships a startAn unshed tearBuried in the depths of the heart An unpacked bagWaiting

College Diaries

I left home with teary goodbyesAnd arrived at here with a gleam in my eyes;A chance to become who I was always meant to be,With this belief I started my new journey…CAT was the end, was the general thought;And now in MBA’s whirlwind I’m caught…Lectures from eight till the sun’s

The Entreprenuer

Since we have already established that there is nothing like being one’s own boss, we can extrapolate it and conclude that , this implies we should all turn entrepreneurs!Here’s to all my friends who turned into their own bosses- of-their jobs and also to the ones to aim to be