For some friendship is true,

For others it’s just glue,

Which sticks the holes,

In their souls.

People come and go,

Making life slow,

For some it’s a tradition

For others it is a mission

But there are precious few,

Whom you always want in your crew,

Just never let them fade,

Market for love has never been made...

                                                  - Prshant

 People come, people go,

Like this, the life flows,

 Some may come so close,

That you wanna write a prose,

 Just control yourself then,

On a count of ten,

 Nobody stays forever,

But some are clever,

 If you keep on giving,

And ever forgiving,

At the end of this track,

Your heart is bound to break,

Take my advice,

Just stick to the flow,

And remember,

People come, and they have to go........

-Prshant

Its crazy these days,
Every incident leaves its trails,
I lost it all,
Attaching with every soul...

Nobody matters,
when you are in shatters,
There were a few who understood me,
But I let them go free....

Lost in an abyss,
It is the most comlex lattice,
Makes me wanna start again,
Over and over again....

I have recently realized that, attending lectures by eminent professors do give amazing results, though not in the same field.

Any other girl in the metro,
Some think she is on a show,
Others want time to slow,
Few never get lost in the flow...

Some people are so lame,
They forget their aim,
She is looking so beautiful,
but people don't be so cruel...

She is dressed for someone,
Already thinking of them as "the one",
They are selling false dreams,
To their own teams.....

To some she is a daughter,
Others are already flattered,
Even after so much going around,
She never raises her sound.....