S-T-R-E-S-S

Panda eyes are commonplace,
A drugged stupor is on my face.
My restful nights are brief,
And the day causes me grief.
I don't have time for myself,
Because of the homework on my shelf.
It grows piles by everyday.
So much to settle,so much to do.
At times I wonder about suitability of a zoo,
Or a simple serenity of the loo.
What is it that causes such a mess,
It's a bloody thing called stress!

A Thing Called Love

They said it brings pure happiness
And bliss into our heart
That his one looks
Just a glance your way
Will set your heart content
And when he smiles into your eyes
All your troubles fade away
No wish in left to be fulfilled
And your world is perfect once more.

But they have not told all...

Sometimes it also brings you pain
Instead of being filled with joy
Your heart is flooded with despair
Try as you might ignore it
You can't help but admit
That it will never be yours
That all yours fantasies are in vain
Reality cuts so deeply
And this time no illusion
Can shield you from the ache
That's bound to pierce your heart

But when the veil is lifted
And there is nothing left to see
Just the fragile,glass cut dreams you had
Lying,shattered,on the ground
Go pick the fragments one by one
And piece by piece begins
Building up your hopes again.