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...

It calls me back,day after day,
to pass churlish,pejorative,insolent remarks...

this poem is a Ballade
a french form composed of 3 stanzas and an envoy...

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

Ive changed, i suddenly see a new me,
and i dont like this change that i see...

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

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

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

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

You're a thought,you're a dream,
before i even look at you, you melt away like ice...

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