Friends and good books, Worth keeping always, No matter how one looks. Books offer an insight, To one’s life. Friends pick you up, Give wings to your flight. Books light the intellect, Friends too make your life perfect. With books you are never alone, With friends also you are known. Books are priceless treasures, Friendship too is beyond measures. No money can buy the knowledge, A book imparts, No one can take a friend’s place In your heart.
WELL FRIENDS THIS IS ATULYA , BASICALLY FROM CHANDIGARH CURRENTLY RESIDING IN A SMALL TOWN NALAGARH IN HIMACHAL. NOTHIN MUCH TO SAY JUST THAT I TRY N PEN DOWN MY THOUGHTS SOMETIMES. THRU THIS PLATFORM I HOPE TO GET UR VALUABLE COMMENTS AND MOREOVER KEEN TO READ N LEARN FROM ALL OF U. THANX . GOD BLESS U ALL.
My first book was a store of love words were made of sound and touch characters smiled and sung lullabies I learnt to talk and run for the sun. There was a flood of colors, letters, sentence rules and social
Those who have books shine With lively bright colour twine. Books – a Daniel – be in shrine To take us all up with whine. Saraswati, indeed, did opine My talents with saccharine And help me for Her to reassign
I can’t remember feeling so incomplete… Time and distance are a void… Where there was you. Loneliness, a mind possessed of itself Groping in twilight revelation. We’re sojourners on a trek Spirits compelled to give and share. Trading smiles we’ll
Your friend, my friend… Friends again Who else could share… Our fears, tears, smiles, kisses, memories? Painful time when ours is not No heart, no mind, could replace Your face is all I see Your love, all I need… And
Strangers meet, merge their lives Shadows fade… Time revives the highs of life Dreams renew, nightmares die Two hearts may find that life provides… A refuge from their strife Old wounds heal, when life reveals What kindred spirits share Tears