Ottava rima is a poem written in 8 line...
my friends mean the world to me...

My stupid hair,it just wont grow,
like a silky river i want it to flow...

Dead and gone at the age of twenty five,
i wonder what made her not want to be alive...

There's something in those eyes of yours,
that looks just like the twinkling stars...

This poem is related to "it rained...
it rained again tonight...

Time passes constantly and so fast,
with every passing second the present becomes the...

I cannot seem to write anymore,
my words just dont rhyme...

We've done everything together,
we've always been "birds of a feather&quot...

I met you after ages today,
without old feeling or emotion...

Dedicated to aditi, nangu, menaz, and neha....
we\'ve shared...

This poem is a rondeau
thank you dear God, for the lived yesterday...

Success, the daughter of try and try,
came to them after many a prayer...