I sing without a song

Like a gamer without his game,
like a rider without his ride,
Incomplete and uncouthly made.

I write without a thought,
like Sachin without his straight drive shot,
like Pudge wihtout his rot,
lowly and needed not.

Until I realized,
that my wish was fulfilled
and slept with my head on the book,
imagining Storm was given back his grapple hook!!

:D

In his heart!

A girl there was,
the sweetest and cutest to ever walk under the blue blue skies,
giggling and smiling all the while,
a bouquet of roses she was.

So pretty, so nice!!

A girl there was ,
with a wholesome heart and a goodwill thought,
an angel from heaven or heaven herself?,
always in an awe he was.

So tender, so nice!!

A girl there was,
never did she hurt anyone,
never did she hate anyone,
always caring she was.

So pure, so nice!!

A girl there was,

with a spark in the eye,
and a charm in the smile,
wow! what a girl she was.

So beautiful, So nice!!

His heart,
young and fickle it was,
insane and unwise,
never did he realize,
head over heals in love it was.

So confused, so crazed!!

-VISA