#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.📚
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...
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...
"What if, I fail" she asked
"What if, you succeed!" He answered
And that's how he became her constant support system.
#art of love
Let me be that piece of Art
Exquisite and Ethereal
Evoking emotions in you
Narrating a beautiful tale.......
Science walking around me with lot of crackers of life....
If someone loves you and still hurting you,
Please understand, their love has not vanished,
They themselves must be hurting much more because of you.
What if I say beautiful is not the skin,
but the soul beneath?
Of atmost importance is the shine of the sword,
Though none, holds the sheath.
Life at the final frontier,
Nothing short of abysmal,
Atrocious thoughts creeping in,
Eating away at the remains,
From the soul in ruins,
Lost in a loop,
An infinity paradox.
She was to nature what he couldn't complete
Those ties and bonds never had any meaning
Yet she persisted in her quest to redeem
That same haunting dreams she dared to dream
Years passed and though those dreams lost power
She knew she hadn't met him yet
Just like being lost in those meadows full of flower
She keeps hoping for him to come not sweeping her off ground
But just like in the empty meadow of flower
His presence would be enough without being there.