Cuneatus

You love music and I love to sing My heart beats like a bell would ring I pen my lyric to blend in your tune And send my melody to the full moon I love colors and you love to paint On canvas, your vibrance unchained Your smile is orchids in full blossom You are totally awesome, from top to bottom You have patience and I love to talk No wonder you're my friend in life's every walk You are the feeling for my mind always crooned You shine in my darkness like the full moon I love fun and you love to laugh You are the spikes in my electrocardiograph Your scent lingers in the air I inspire You are the warmth of the air I expire You are the 'L' in my life and love You keep me alive and I never know how Would I survive without you by my side With you, everyday's a jolly ride.

Phoolon Ke Rang Se - Anirudh Cover by Aniruddh Krishna

Friends sometimes prove more helpful than family First, he stepped inside my clinic with his footwear on. I watched his feet fumbling from under the curtain at the doorway. He again stepped down and dropped his dusty foam slippers at the corner. His steps were short and rapid and his hands were held straight down from the torso. Upon entering my cabin, he stood to the left corner of my table and, after vigorous searching inside his shirt pocket, took out a green-colored strip of tablets. This was the third time I advised him that the tablet had to be taken in the morning before breakfast. Seemingly satisfied, he nodded and put the strip back into his pocket, and stood there confused. I asked him if anything was wrong. He dragged the chair towards him and sat erect. He confirmed it one more time that the tablet I had given him was for the discomfort he feels inside his stomach when he empties his bowels in the morning. I reassured him that the tablet would help him with the probl

I have made friends. A lot of them. I get to learn important morals from many of them. There are situations when I fail to catch the cliché or regard the importance of parts of the conversation I have with them. But certainly at the end of the day, their words reverberate in my hippocampus. Couple of days back, I enquired with my colleague the reason for his recent onset of low mood. He replied that one cannot expect the other person to stay in the best mood on all days. That day, he was blue for some unfigured reason. The day was one of low esteem and enthusiasm for me too. For time being, I did not attach any importance to his reply to my question. The same night, I remained awake wondering why could not I enliven my mood and stay cheerful. I could not elicit any reason for my dull and unenthusiastic day. Staring into the revolving blades of the ceiling fan, I could perceive his words echoing within my mind - One cannot expect the other person to stay in his best mood on all days.