This Girl

There is just something about this girl,
And the way she smiles at me;
The whole world suddenly calms down,
And the only thing visible is her.

I do talk to her at times,
Sometimes on text, or on call;
And yet it never feels enough,
Until I come and hug her tough.

Looking in her eyes is so peaceful,
As she talks about her day;
I often get lost in the brightness,
And the heart always makes me say.

“You are so beautiful, and practical,
With you, I really want to be;
There is just something about this girl,
And the way she smiles at me.”

-Siddarth

Outside Inside

You saw the outside,

The exterior, the beauty;

But what lies inside,

To know, isnโ€™t your duty?

His ambition, his dream,

Always were strong;

Persistent, like a stream,

Sang the victory song.

He had worked hard,

In night or in bright;

Even if it scarred,

And diminished all light.

When defeated he rose,

Rose again from the ashes;

And made that brave pose,

Not afraid of anymore clashes.

But all you see, is the glass,

The paint glowing in the sky;

Because there is no class,

To answer the how or why.

So, friend, next time you say,

That he is big and fortunate;

Think of the hours he had to stay,

Working alone and late.

– Siddarth

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