The missing pieces what is the reason. Your not here with me what is the reason what is the reason. And then you're gone. Your gone which seems like forever never coming back again how can we go on from where we left off picking up from where the fighting was happening trying to remember the laughter when we were happy don't you want to keep that in mind and go on but it's turning into something that we regret leaving behind all the time we have spent and now your gone
Where does this insanity come from? What gives you the rights to me?
Are you happy now?
You want the same respect that you never gave to me? Gladly. Eat the poison from the spoon.
#DIARY - 📒
"SOME DREAM UNCOMPLETED"
( KUCH KHWAAB AHURE SE.....)
Yes thats my diary's title. Seems Dramatic but its not.
Number of emotions, happiness, sorrows were captured.
Sometimes i penned eulogy of my own pain.
Sometimes my pen wrote the pain of someone whom i have never met..
Sometimes ocean, hills, old tree, even glasses 👓 too became my reason to write.
This Sometimes comes Everyday in my life.
Every night i write what i feel before sleep.
Every morning i kept my Diary under my pillow..
So that i will hide my emotions just with me..
My Diary is not just a bunch of papers ..for me its my true friend who lives with me since 20 years .. to listen me without any interruption.📚
In the words of the famous song people say money makes the world go round but I do not think that is true.
Love makes the world go round, the love I have for you
In a busy world with busy days we don't, always stop and say " I love you" to the ones we love,we let moments slip away.
Lately I have had so much time to sit and think of love,to think of those who mean so much to me and how I did not show them my love.
A gentle word,a caring touch,a smile or a kiss. Loving thoughts that reach out to embrace and pass to a person like a misty kiss.
Holding someone in your heart,praying God will hold them in his care. Loving thoughts which touch them even though you are not there.
My love fo...
I think he was only joking;
at least at the very start.
He started describing her--
With words touched my heart.
She was a very lovely lady
Who had nothing to say.
But he loved her ever so
and even still does today!
She left him and gently cast
him aside somehow this pains him
as he to this day he wonders why.
If there were no time, no sense of beginning, no worry of ending.... Would the quality of life be as well as the quantity?
Would we understand the value of a moment?
Would we feel the magic of a kiss?
Would we know the significance in our ability or seize the opportunities otherwise we'd miss?
Would we whiteness a miracle of a first cry?
Or a rebirth on a Sunday morn?
Would we love with all we have?
Would we even try?
Would our choices reflect life lived?
Or would we merely exist....
Would we put off till tomorrow
Or give in to what we couldn't resist?
There's significant in this concept ;
Thought not all of us can see.
Time isn't quantity we're given,
But of the best Quality that a...
Today was a very normal day, I went on doing my daily chores. In the afternoon as I was lying down for a nap, a stream of thoughts passed through my mind. I missed you badly, you were not there and I just wanted to hug you.
I thought of our time together, all the fights we had and how we used to make up after each fight, all the happy memories we shared, the tough times of our lives when we stood by each other as pillars of support, our good byes, the breakup and everything. I remembered the reasons for breakup and then my eyes welled up. But then I remembered about the promise I made to myself to never cry for you again, and to never think of all these things.
And once again, lik...
Another fairy tale romance...!!
In the middle of the night,
Amidst the crowd going high...
I saw a guy so attractive,
Getting on my nerve, soothing to the eye...
Lured by the persona I began to think,
Should I give a start or resist the charm..
The smile on his face made me a stalker,
It was hard to get rid of that feeling...
Seems like some one was holding my arm...
Gathered all my courage & I approached the guy,
Breaked the ice by saying a Hi...
A smile came back with the hello on my way,
If I say I was fine... it would be a flat lie...
We talked for a while, shared a drink & danced
His touch was really special & I was in trance...
Those mnutes were framed int...
Consider the kitten fur. See how each individual hair glistens in just the right light. Do you see the colors? They amaze--not black, not just golden, they become a brand new illusion, and then return to the world you know, and then delight you again within their infinite chameleonic shifts.
Look through the key hole and dedicate your eye to a spot that you study with new eyes, and newer eyes still. The secret of the room beyond fills you with a yearning, and you spill back to a place you remember. It's just a moment. You squeeze your eyelids shut tightly to prevent complete escape, but it has passed thoroughly, leaving only the knowledge and comfort of something precious and innocent and w...
Para él siempre fue cuestión de vida o muerte, blanco o negro
Para mi era cuestión de luchar, y si no funcionaba a la primera? Seguir luchando
Para él ya hemos muerto
Para mi, nos hemos rendido
Tu ya nos enterraste
Yo sigo en pie de lucha, no por nosotros, por mi
It's not the sleep that doesn't come to your eyes.
It's the thought of the unrequitted that keeps playing on your mind.
Under thousand of stars if u can find one star who sparking the lighting in to ur eyes which may bring the new light into ur life, then my dear stop searching hopes from others , that star only make u strong to fight in this arena.....
I get mine wht abt u ...
I fell in love with the air for once, the same air that suffocated me, the same air I choked on at times.
And in the instant I realised I'd fallen in love with it, a bird too beatific from across the splendiferous horizon, from the expanses of the aesthetically pleasing skies and from the clouds that were painted in all the colors from the infinite spectrum, the clouds that rained emotions and thoughts; it came flying with letter glued to it's claws ferociously.
A letter that read:
"Been waiting for you since the day we united. And now that you're here, let me confess it to you. I love you from this hollowness in which your heartbeats resonate and talk to me."
The sender was someone I recog...
ये कौन सा कारवां चला..🛣
मंज़िल की कोई खबर कहा,
चलते चलते इस राह पर,
बस चलते ही रह गए..
दुनिया को खोजने की चाह में
खुद को ही भूल गए।।
था एक ज़माना अपना भी
जहा जीवन को उमंग से जीते थे
रंग भरने को जीवन में,गुलाल नहीं
अपनों से हम मिलते थे।।
वह दौर ही कुछ अलग था,
जब नन्हे हाथ यु ही मिल जाया करते थे,
पर आज ,,,आज की दशा तो देखो,,
आज एक हाथ यू ही,,बस यू ही
किसी का क़त्ल कर बैठता है।।
ये कौनसा कारवां चला...
ऐ राही किस राह आ चला तू
न आगे कोई मंज़िल,न पीछे कोई रास्ता..
नवीनता के इस भवर में..ऐ राही
फसता चला गया तू।।
समय सच में बड़ा बलवान है..
खिंच कर ले आया हमे उस युग में
जहा दिल की कशमकश होठो पर नहीं आती,
मासूम सपने बस सपने ही रह जाते,
जहाँ हँसने के लिए साथी तो है,
पर रोने को एक शख्स नहीं।।
ये उन दिनों...
The world is still spinnning as we're sitting on that red bench in college
and It makes me feel weird to think that it still would even after we leave.
Not a mark. Not a sign.
That we lived in the winds of that campus.
But even though we will leave and travel far beyond the horizon that we see as we are now,
somehow the thought of you and I, of all of us on that red bench in campus comforts me.
Sometimes we are infinite.
You in my mind.
And myself, in yours.
We are infinite
Because of the other.
Popping out of a less attractive packet available for 250 bucks in the market,
You made me sneer at you! Yet, I stop to stare at you everytime and pick you up,
Imagining how you would shed your inhibitions before me this time.
Colour pops, dazzles, fruity, juicy.....
I know what's inside you. The bits and pieces that make you the very "you". Rolling past like a boulder upon my navel you think it's easy to change faces and play with moralities as and when it suits you. A packet of Nerds would taste better than you anyday, any time because there the morality stays segregated and distinguished-
As transparent as her tiny-griefed boxes appearing unpretentiou...