A crazy full circle is life..
My Nook..
Friday, August 5, 2011
Monday, May 30, 2011
A Love Letter..
I thought I was your strength my angel,
But I did not even realize that I became your distraction, your disturbance.
I wanted to stand by you in thick and thin
But did not realize that I became your headache.
I never needed the right mood to love you because it is within me forever
I call you my world simply because I love to, not to act romantic and talk all lovey dovey
I remember the days when we used to hold each other's hand till they turned dead moist and still we hung on.
And then there are days now when I have turned into distraction for you.
Your concentration on priorities demand an automatic divorce from me which clear states I can be done without(infact the first person to be done without).
And overnight I am thrown out and prohibited to talk 'romantic'
The fact that you need to avoid me as a solution to focus on other spheres pains me.
But I love you dear and I always will.
It took me time and now I have come to realize that times change.
Your happiness is indispensable.
Your success is inevitable.
And you are invincible.
I believe in you and you are lovely.
I will not come near you, gaze upon you or disturb you anymore. Actually I could never imagine I will become a 'pain' for you; that you would not call me just the way you don't call others. I am ordinary but if you know me, you know I am not that bad..
But I shall pray from you because no one can stop me from doing that.
You don't need to say you miss me or love me out of obligation.
Because that would make me feel even worse.
All my love and best wishes
Rise and shine always
Saturday, April 23, 2011
When you know..
When you know a person in and out,
It can really suck for you.
There are always dirty corners which you never wanted to see but then you come across those and then...as I said, it sucks for you.
It can really suck for you.
There are always dirty corners which you never wanted to see but then you come across those and then...as I said, it sucks for you.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Living-'Death'
Feeling rejected is a strange trip. It is when we feel strange on the road, before the mirror, and when we see people around us. It is when roads never end, our legs do no get tired of walking, we don't feel our sweat. It is just a poisoned feeling which is again a phase, I'm sure.
I killed my dreams last night. And then I realized, it is actually my dreams that killed me.
I never wanted to start from scratch at 24 but then life has such plans, who am I to decide..
There is always a time I guess in everyone's life when they are deserted and they fall flat on reality. It is then that one should have success (atleast) to fall back on and wear a fake smile.
That is the sole utility of success...
Love and life are very synonymous. I loved and lived; I lived and loved.
But today neither do I have love, nor do I have life. It is a strange journey life has chosen for me.
But there is something for me that is beyond life and death...The sound of music; the sound of passion; the sound of truth and the sound of silence..
I killed my dreams last night. And then I realized, it is actually my dreams that killed me.
I never wanted to start from scratch at 24 but then life has such plans, who am I to decide..
There is always a time I guess in everyone's life when they are deserted and they fall flat on reality. It is then that one should have success (atleast) to fall back on and wear a fake smile.
That is the sole utility of success...
Love and life are very synonymous. I loved and lived; I lived and loved.
But today neither do I have love, nor do I have life. It is a strange journey life has chosen for me.
But there is something for me that is beyond life and death...The sound of music; the sound of passion; the sound of truth and the sound of silence..
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Times..
Come to me when you need a cover,
I shall sprinkle days of peace on you.
There are times I want to know the end
When I see it is known by few..
Don’t pull my sleeves to kiss me soft
When you have to take your mother’s call
The little girl in rags I see,
Braving the chill as winter fall
Weed smells better smeared with hope--
The bygone urge to hold you twice,
Amidst the toxic rings of trance
Time is a thief rolling the dice.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
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