chemistry and its teacher

This subject is chemistry,

And it is full of mystery,

As if the reactions r made in factory,

But our class is like laboratory.

The surname of our sir is rana,

And he is leading as madanlal khurana,

But his style is unique in this zamaana.

When he starts organic,

Our class starts to panic,

But he gave us a simple tonic,

And saved us from sinking like titanic.

He teach us with great style,

And also make us laugh with his closeup smile,

But he tries to make us agile.

Now its time for resonance,

And we r studying with no common sense,

But our sir felt hyperconjugation’s presence,

When I and E effects are in absence.

Our sir started teaching us in action,

When we r trying to understand the reaction,

And sir’s both hand has no connection,

Becoz one is benzene and other is doing conjugation.

When he say us to imagine something,

We r ready to think anything,

Then our room changes into a molecule with a ring,

And we all become electronegative in thinking.

Then he starts solid state,

When we r thinking about fate,

And he told us about the date,

When JJ Thomson wake up late.

Kekule an deewar gave some structure,

But my leg is about to fracture,

And sir is busy with his lecture,

That sun is going to die in future.

One thing that I want to tell,

That he teaches us very well,

But one thing I am not going to forgot even in hell,

Is the melodious sound of our sir’s cell.

At last he teaches us about aromaticity,

When I was suffering from acidity,

But my friends were busy in testing basicity,

And our sir left us to rule the whole city.

WHAT SHOULD I DO

what should i do

I cannot think over twice,

As the thoughts coming are lovely & nice,

But most of them r thin like a slice,

And the thoughts & dreams has no price.

its u who is making me weaker,

I cannot concentrate on anything further,

It’s like someone is attracting me towards her closer,

And I don’t want it to change into a blunder.

I don’t know what to say,

Coz there is no one to share this thought of day,

As if someone is ready and trying to play,

Not with ball or bat but with my heart which is light like hay.

I want to say so many words in flow,

Many of them I even do not know,

But I can not resist this blow,

Just want it to be a bit slow,

Coz I am a nice & cool fellow.

I don’t know whether I will go further or not,

Coz there should be mutual understanding for some knot,

So I am still left with some slot,

Can’t even the weather, its cold or hot.

I wanna share some tense and light moment with someone,

Don’t want it to be anyone,

Bcoz my choice is not yet done,

So I am waiting like a summon,

There is only a single feeling,

Which can make big dealing,

But still there is slightest chance of sealing,

Not by MCD but a cuter face which is appealing.

You are the one who is distracting me,

There is only you eyes what I want to see,

And want to sit with u under the shadow of a tree,

So donot wait and make it early ,

So that we both will then feel free.

I want to feel you touch,

Donot want u to change but remain as such,

Coz you distraction is too much,

And u r behaving as if I am a Dutch.

I can even die while watching ur face,

Never bothered about anyone’s grace,

Hope u someday understand my phase,

And that day I am going to win the race.

But still my thoughts are anxious,

Please don’t leave me & don’t be vicious,

Coz your presence for me is very precious.

I try to find u whenever I go out,

Hope u will come to me when I shout,

And still I donot know what is this all about.

I don’t know I love u or like,

But my feelings are like tariff which is going to hike,

So please don’t go on to strike,

Otherwise I will be the only one who will be going to strife,

Keep in mind not yourself but also my life.

At last someone tell me what should I do,

Don’t want to her to fly like the gases which are flue,

I just wanna feel the blue,

So someone please give me some clue.

bus stand

the place to stand for minutes in a day,
that is very heavy but feels like hay,
and thats the time i always wanna stay,
because this is the game i always wanna play.

not only the bus who would be there,
but someone else watching holding her hair,
my heart beats fast when she gives me a blank stare,
but i cannot able to say that i see u everywhere.


the time moves infinitesimally slow,
my confidence after watching her goes low,
she is like a lovely sweet blow,
but one thing i do not know,
that when will the bulb of our friendship will glow.


i will wait till dusk and dawn end,
i will not leave her without making her my friend,
but still if there will a change of trend,
then i will try my best to hold her and not let it end.


there is no one who can hold my way,
but she also sometime has to stay,
and i am waiting anxiously for that day,
but at present it feels strong like clay.


the only thing we have in common is contact with eye,
no its not normal but intensity is high,
this is the only thing that can change into friendship tie.


i concluded her face as beautiful
her eyes add something to make her merciful,
and i do not want our friendship to be awful.