Where is she???

Driving a car
To places so far
With no one to share
the little adventure
A poem I begin to nurture

Like a ride in a roller coaster
Full of fun and laughter
filled with merry banter
Is the life with this prankster
but I'm yet to find her
the miss who can muster
The courage to adventure
Life with a gangster
and with her laughter
And spirit of fun and adventure
make my life merrier
O bold and beautiful maiden
For how long will you be hidden?

I thought I am Sameer who just found Pooja... but I guess not(Remember Dil Chahatha Hain)... am still Sameer the flirt :P

(Sitting in an exam,
watching pens fly in mayhem,
I stay calm,
polishing a poem,
I wrote minutes before the exam)
green and white
like mountains covered with trees of teak,
adorned with snow-capped peaks,
and full of sparkling creeks,
you tantalize even a geek,
and make him weak
When you smile and speak;
O lovely maiden
How do I seek
Your hand just for a week

To the sleepy girl... :)

professor in your vicinity
you sleep with audacity
I admire your laxity
O sleeping beauty

She really did bring out the poet in me! I just cant stop!

(mixing the spectrum,
i prepare to fail the exam,
writing a poem)

Blue and white,
like doves flying and clouds floating,
Across the sky that is smiling,
you are mesmerizing;
piercing the clouds drifting,
flies in the Cupid zooming and shooting,
bow twinging arrows flying,
I try fleeing,
lest the cupid succeeds striking,
for high you are as the sky for reaching,
twang swooosh ping,
Alas! I succumb smitten,
O lovely maiden,
by your charm and eternal beauty, 
impossible as it may seem,
wish you are mine.

White and pink
Like a bunch of roses
A treat to my senses,
though separated are our faces
by miles and miles of fences,
I long for the whiffs
that waft your fragrances,
Oh lovely maiden
wish you are mine

dedicated to the same girl...

you are white wearing black
I am black wearing white
you are cute
I am brute
long is your hair
long gone is my hair
we will but make a pair
which is the best
like beauty and the beast

second peom... dedicated to a girl in....

twinkle twinkle little damseel,
How I wonder what you feel,
So far the distance between our heel,
like a mountain
that I can never attain

My first poem... almost impromptu... read the first two lines and made up the rest

Life is not a written book to pick up and read.
just a journal waiting for you to fill it's pages.
what you do is up to you
you are responsible for your successes
you are responsible for your failures
you have no one to put the blame on
but many to share your happiness with