I walk across the town

I walk across the town,
To find that perfect gown.


I am meeting you tonight,
The thought of it gives me fright.


Things with you seem so right,
Have to use my shades it feels so bright.



Will you tell me that you love me,
Compliment that I look like fairy.


I walked across the town,
To find that perfect gown.


There is a bounce in my walk,
Flair in what I talk.


The way this kitty looks at me,
I swear this baby is jealous of me.


Stars and moon the way the shine,
They tell me you are just mine.




I walked across the town,
To find that perfect gown....



My perception of the vivacious woman prior to an important date.

Obituary to me.....

He was a Case Jerk, GRUMPY and GLOOMY!! Mr. Porcupine that's what he was! NOW he is no more and now we realize how he made us laugh at times and was the person you needed in those times.
PRatik Sahu
Imperfect Son, Brother, Friend, Companion.
11.04.1985-XX.XX.20XX


An obituary for self that I wrote in some AD house copy writing test.

Ode to the one I have known..

The chill in the air, tells me,
The snail, I will always be
What is, and could be will never stop to haunt me.
Like a sailors taedium  'cause of ocean
A grown ups nostalgia for innocence.
My life will always be a void without you
Though my mind wants you to grow.
To set on happiness all alone
My heart it weeps at the thought of forlorn...

Honesty.

Shokhi Ma'm's status update: आए मेरे, देखा मुझे, बात भी की मुस्कुराए भी, पुराणी किसी पहचान की खातिर.......

कल का अख़बार था, बस देख लिया, रख भी दिया........

Me: nice one ma'm

Shokhi Ma'am : not mine ... Gulzar..... Ofcourse.

Me: The best thing and the worst things about words are that they don't carry the name of the person who wrote them yet at the same time they say the sentiments of the person who spoke it and echo the feelings of person who wrote it.

I guess they master the art of being an Honest Slut!!