(This Poem is dedicated to ‘Her’….)
I need your to need me the way that you need me to need you like for a need needed for the greatest need
My need for you to need me the way that i need you is needlessly’ the need whose need keeps me from not needing other needs for leading a needing life
Conclusively i needly need not say instead simply need you with all the need and ask you to…."Please heed to my need"
(Any similarity of the starting lines to a song by the group lobo is purely….imaginary 
)
(I wrote this when i was having a fight with one of my special friends niviya.
I was angry at her for something that she said about me…
These words that fall
one by one
divides this paper
or is it just me?
but yet how they carry
the words i wish
my face would say
one day i know
dust would take my place
yet what i feel now would remain
as something that exists…but does not
these feeling though everlasting
are useless , powerless
for they cannot make me not feel
for
their destiny is their death
should i pity them?
for their eternal pain
what greater punishment for an immortal
than a destiny of death
But isn’t it the same as mine?
the wound is fresh
and the knife remains
for blows from back
no armour can prevent
and seldom heal
but is it that big a deal?
for is it right to expect
mercy from the heartless
loyalty from a snake
but does she understand
that with every stroke that she takes
further she gets from the island
the harder it to reach the fire by night
or is it a new shore she search’s?
But i wish i could do my part
stop her from going far
but alas by pride
muffles it up
and churns out this worthless poem
(The line about the shore was originally "new one", Niv’s suggested it to be shore 
)
As I see
the sun has set
as I look
the moon comes out
as I ponder
the world dreams
as I rise
I hear again
I look around
to no avail
as I turn
I hear again
The voice I hear
is no stranger
I close my eyes
And hear again
to my lonely heart
on this lonely night
second by second
the voice grows stranger and stranger
(I felt like writing this when I was really down…I don’t remember why…but i remember that I felt this when i was staring at the sky at night from my terrace and hence the name)
The day is to end egar are the masked
to get unmasked
all day long they pity their fathers
as if they were further
civilized as the are
as they head home in their car
the sun is shamed to ace
as the moon shows its face
the mortals are fast
as a spell is being cast
long ago there was an apple
who gods dream did topple
then a snake was to blame
but today who is of his fame
that was the the first day of the devil
today where is god?
what magic do there strings hold
which always goes untold
wars were fought and knives were stabbed
all for the magic these strings had
the need which was never satisfied
but made no hue and cry
So I ask you…
What magic do these strings hold
Sky is the limit
but are they to delimit
clouds are my aim
but what do i stand to gain?
for one day i know
i will be far above
with the clouds i will play
for whom now i pray
and that day i touch
without a hunch
and i’ll cry
for they go dry
then they turn to water
as my life grows shorter
and i ask
why did i come this far?
for water was always there
and then i understand
that i am not to stand
in the way of life
as it marches by
for without the clouds
who really are water
why would i come this far
and live with out a hope
for life is a journey
and a destination it is not….
(Got 2nd prize for this poem in the college in B-tech 3rd year)
