Just hug me little tighter
Hope so, it make feel lighter.
Just hug me little tighter,
Make me believe future is going to be brighter.
Just hug me little tighter,
And just say you are a super fighter.
Be a constant to my variable pointer.
Don’t keep my pointer null,
Otherwise, I feel like a dull,
Make git request pull,
So that we can be full.
.
And the credits for these words goes to: Puneet KumaršŸ˜

It was a party day,
me and my two friends
were busy taking pictures.
The room was dark
and some light music in the background.
I only can saw the table and the people whenever that blue disco light reached them. I took a sip and
started dancing on the floor,
I returned back, I got a letter.
It was white,wet on one corner,written with black ink. It was written on it that:

Hey,
I wonder
if you can come back to the floor
and dance with me,
believe me,
I can take you to the sea shore.
Oh! You’re in a black dress,
ah! I know,
you want me to be impressed.
Every glimpse of you in this light,
feels like stars in the night.
Please don’t go,
I never want to lose that sight.
Come with me,
I can show you
the letters I wrote for you,
the roses I thought I would give to you.
Tell me what else I can do for you.
Tell me, tell me fast,
if you want me to be with you?
Before the rose I want to give you…dies without you!

It was the second
day at college,
I saw a boy coming,
in the corridor,
with a book in his hands,
seems to have some knowledge!
He stared for some seconds,
Gave a strange (normally,I don’t get to see) soft blink with eyes.

Ah! That blink, how can I forget!

But then,
days passed, I forgot he exist.
one day,
I was sitting on a chair with friends
We were chatting and chatting,
suddenly she(my friend) pushed my chair ,
I got unbalanced,
I was just adjusting my chair
and there he was,
in front of my eyes.
He hugged his friends,
while having eyes on me,
and again he gave that soft blink ,
this time with a slight smile,
oh God! It’s gonna kill me.
(Oh!of course not,it was not a coincidence,he did it for some purpose I knew it, or was he a player!)
He was wearing a maroon shirt
and brown cargo pants,
hair tied in a ponytail .
While I was noticing him,
he was busy in talking,
grooming his hair
and he tilt his head,
he stared again but this time it was normal.
But why?

Two years passed,
I didn’t saw him.
Seeing him was like ‘eid ka chand’.
Now, it was the third year ,
I was upstairs with my friend,
talking to her
while walking in their corridor.
He came out of class,
which I didn’t knew he was in.
We both stopped at the corner
and he gave that blink again (oh!I loved that)
which we both watched.
Then with some luck,
first ever in heaven’s time,
he was approaching us,
we felt excited,
we felt awkward,
I managed to prepare myself for the grand premiere
and,
a friend of his came
and took him downstairs.

And riddle of those eyes remained unsolved.
In all that daily routine,
Every time I saw him,
I got something to talk.
Thanks to that boy (actually handsome)
for making those 6-8 appearances in these three years, some special.