Voice of heart (my poems)

Fashion,Fashion,Fashion झाली आहे ही सगळ्यांची passion। स्वीट एंड सिंपलचा जमाना केव्हाच पडलाय मागे, बोल्ड एंड beauitiful आहे गोस्सिप मध्ये सर्वात पुढे। वेगवेगळे hairstyles try करण्यात सगळेच झालेत mad। कितीही लूक्स बदलले तरी होतात sad . झालेत मग्न सगळे try करण्यात इंडो-वेस्ट fusion। Teenagerscha मनात नेहमीच असत काय घालावे हे confussion। वेस्टर्न outfits घातले की सगळे स्वताला mordern समजतात आणि इंडियन valuescha कचरा एकामिंटात करतात हेड -to- toe आजकाल सगळेच राहतात uptodate। कधी कधी चुकून फिक्स होते एकाद्याची डेट। face values वर आजकाल सगळेच जातात । "All that glitters is not gold" हे कस विसरतात ।

Why do humans fight? Even if their heart is dark they show As if it is only bright. Why they have always something to hide? And then relations become like tide. Why everyone run behind name and fame? And then forget life is not a game. Why do humans have tendency to keep aspirations high? And forget to take relief of sigh. Why everyone doesn’t become as innocent as child? So that no one will complain that this world is wild.

Special are many days, but most unforgotten are birthdays. On that special day you can make any wish, And easily you can get your favorite dish. Plans may go flop, But on that day you are on the top. You may feel happy,you may feel sad, Without any reason on that day you may feel glad. You are the point of attraction, That day is not of addition and subtraction. Only on that day you get good blessings countless, And you fix into your mind not to do anything worthless. Dress and Face is mostly covered by cakes and cream, Each birthday sounds to be like an magical dream.