School Days at Ujjwal

Those loving days of our early ages, and the open books with curly pages,

We miss our each and every class,

whether nursery or tenth..(the last)..

That small play ground of ours, and those different pepsi flavours,

the game of cricket with pad n paper ball,

and that half coat game of basketball..

We miss each n every football goal, and that unwanted ringing bell..LOL..

The boring exercise on Saturdays,

and the "Muskaan's golawala " on the roadways..

My Lost Dream

My lost dream is a poem dedicated to my performance in college...
By me.. (Obviously!!! :p)


The rays of sunlight from the heavenly sky,
Falling on my eyes just for a try,
"Pratik, its time to wake up" uttered the angels in my dream,
But the sun got envy and showered a beam (of light).