Nikam Rohit

And he just sat there quite. Observing. Lost in his own thoughts. Listening to her giggly talks. Tucking her hair behind her ear. Those silky untied hair. She turned. Looked at him. Watching her blushing smile. He died. Again for the Hundredth of time. - Rohit Nikam.

To me you're some kind of magic. Appearing from thin air. Blessed by Amor. Piercing my being with a arrow, borrowed from cupid. Bewitching m. Running through my blood. Pumping my ticker. Glaring at the fantasy accompanying my thoughts. Because, you're some kind of magic. I believe. Making me escape into serenity. - Rohit Nikam 

Standing far form my sight. You seemed to be a burning soul. Dark and free from the treacherous world. As you came closer, your affection melted me, from the core of my breath. Swirling me into a composer of, untidy poetry. - Rohit Nikam

Like the blues of the ocean, you wave high into my bosom. So salty. So besprent. So vast. Unexplored. I, sailing on a boat. Moving with the currents you carry. Making me lye down there, Gazing at the night so starry. -Rohit Nikam.

Falling for that smile. regaining my senses, just with a glimpse of your eyes. Drowning in them. Deep. Yet, floating. On the shores of dreams. -Rohit Nikam

He found her beautiful. Not when he noticed her at her, at her first glance. With a sight so gaunt. It was the innocence in her eyes. The absurd smile. The flaws she carried. So confidently. So easily. The way she talked. The way she went on and on. So his swelling heart was lost. - Rohit Nikam.

Foreseeing          I was all alone in the college canteen, trying to break my own record of 218 in the game 'Flappy Bird'. People passing by were giving me odd looks, as it was considered to be one of the most irritating games of all time. I just reached a decent 100 when the screen switched to an incoming call notifier. Sliding my thumb across the screen I answered the call, pressing the earpiece in I tried to listen to the voice on the other end. “Hello.” The voice called out.  “Hello.” “Hello..? Hello? Can't hear you... Hello?” *Network issues* “Hello... Okay now? Can you?” I said standing up.  “Yes!” The person replied, “Where are you?” “Canteen.”         The line went dead, navigating me back to the game window, where the bird stood frozen in mid air waiting for a tap on the screen. I did without any further delay, but the bird crashed on the bright green colored pipe. *Game Over*   ...