A poet is born out of emotions, momentary happiness, rosy thoughts, suppressed desires, bloom and gloom. My artistic rendezvous happened during my stay in Jawaharlal Nehru Universitya small world of incessant students movement, enduring passions, and rosy pursuits. A wonderful emotive aura clouds the university campus. In this book, I have attempted to bring together the glossy imagery of the collective emotions, thoughts, and experiences. I believe that everybody would carry a romantic takeaway from the bundles of emotions scattered in our book. Love is not a casualty, the ideas are in jeopardy! The poet cannot die until the lover says . . . Never be . . . ! ( Faisal Qureshi).