Some tales are better left incomplete, it's like reading a wonderful novel or watching a sitcom. As you read it or watch it you urge to know the end, but as you reach the end you wish it to have never ended. Life also works this way only.
You can follow any religion.
You can beleive in Jesus, Allah, Rama or Buddha or even Mr. Bean in that case.
But never ever tell someone else that your religion is better.
It feels like drowning,
Drowning in the deep ocean of sorrows.
Thrashing the water to retreive the breath again.
But as I try to come up I am going deeper and deeper.
Oh love, are you here to save me.
Wait won't you even stretch a hand...
Sometimes I don't think anything before writing a poem. I just pick a piece of paper and start writing all the thoughts, random phrases and lines that comes in my mind and in the end I just put them together and they start making sense by themselves. Maybe that's how we should live our lifes by just living it, do whatever we want to do without thinking much about it's ends.
Many a times there are a few things we want to do but we set back after thinking too much about it ends. Please don't think too much coz life is just too short to sit back and think just stand up and do whatever you want to do.
Yes girl he don't love you,
He don't love you that is why he don't trust your male friends.
He don't love you that's why he always enquires about the boy he last saw you with.
He don't love you that's why he don't let you go out late at night.
Yes he don't love you,
But maybe you will realised that you were safest with him when you'll see other males in society or when you'll marry and have kids.
Just remember your dad loves you the most. He is the superhero whose only aim is to protect you.
The final glimpse of his corpse,
Led her to the narcotic stage of sorrow.
Tears flowed down from her aquamarine eyes,
The same eyes for whom he was just a cipher.
She never realised when she got enamored of him,
When she started falling for his decorous nature.
For her he was nothing but the jinx,
Yet she let him purloin her heart.
Realising that he will never return she started to heal,
Finally putting the kibosh on for her love for him.
Though the wound of his loss will heal,
But the cicatrices of his memories will always remain in her heart.
The memories which are now her placebo,
The only way to come out of the remorseless sorrow.
She snogged his ...
Finally it's raining
First rain of this spring season.
the February rain
I still remember it was a drenching february rainy day when you first came in my house with your mom for shelter from rain some 8 yrs ago when we were just small kids and slowly just like the time the distance between us flee too.
I remember it was a february night 3 years ago when you left us forever when you went to a place Heaven which is only heard but not seen by living people. Just now my mom came in to say goodbye. But actually she wanted to see that if I was okay or not. She asked me if I still miss you. If I still see you in my dreams or cry the whole night remembering you. I told her that a ...
Remembering the first Indian woman in space on her 14th death anniversary.
She loved her job & died doing that. You will always keep on inspiring billions Kalpana Chawla
I keep going back to that Childhood moment when I got to know about that Columbia space shuttle incident. Haunted me for a very long time.
We may have moved on in our lives but let's not forget the ones who have made a difference, the ones who have & would keep on inspiring us forever.
You need not be a blind bhakt to do something for our Motherland.
To the real heroes.. I know you are in better world right now.
Read this someday & Smile
A TRIBUTE TO DR. KALAM
I had this conversation a few months back, posting it today so we know everyone wants to be Dr. Kalam.
It was a hot sunny afternoon of May, I was leaving office for lunch. Outside the parking lot I saw my office peon Mr Riyaz Hasan moving frantically near the road with some paperwork in his hand.
I asked casually "everything alright Riyaz?"
He said "yes sir, it's just that I've to be at this school near my house.
I barely have an hour before its counter closes and I can't find any transport
"Looking at his tense face, I had to go for the only ethical solution that came to my mind. Without any further questions I offered him a lift on my bike. I've rarely talked ...
Sometimes it's okay to give up,
It is okay to accept your defeat,
Accept your weaknesses,
You need not to act strong all the time,
Sometimes it's okay to pull out the mask of warrior and be the real you,
Sometimes existing can be pretty exhausting too....
Every moment when I close my eyes,
I go to the world that is full of lies,
The lie that you only belong to me,
That you and I are still together as we.
Knowing that I can’t win you I tried to forget you,
But that’s the only thing I can’t do,
Without you my life would just be a mess,
As you are my biggest weakness.
I always loved you without any doubt,
The love that you never cared about.
I know the things are’nt like before,
And the weight of my mistakes is more.
I spend my each and every crying alone,
Swollen eyes for whom even sleep seems to be unknown.
I know asking for another chance is not fair,
But for me your ignorance is my greatest nightmare.
I WILL RETURN
I was with you in your greatest fears,
And whenever you cried I was there to wipe your tears.
I was with you in every decision,
In the first rainfall of that winter season.
I was there with you in day’s light,
I was there with you counting stars at night.
I was with you in your craziest screams,
I was with you in your wildest dreams.
But now I’ll not be there to receive your 3 AM calls,
Or to hold you, whenever you stumble and fall.
Because it’s time for me to go forever,
To a place from where nobody came back ever.
But I’ll come back to answer all the questions left unanswered,
To complete all the words left unspoken.
I’ll come back, I surely will,
He fall to his knees,
Blood streaming down his face,
A world full of lies,
Friends that left to hide.
Was he just a monster?
A psychopath sent from hell,
His mind is full of hate,
And soon his sanity will break.
Her blood on his hand,
You just misunderstood,
It was not him,
He was not this.
His eyes are dark,
Not even a little spark,
He is not the person with love anymore,
Begging you all, hide while you can.
Hello then comes a voice within him,
Do you hear me?
Why do you ignore me?
I will always be here.
Deep within the depths of your mind,
I will always be there,
Why do you deny me?
You know who I am?
I am you when you think of...
A STRANGE SOUND
Sitting here thinking about you,
A strange sound fell on my ear,
As I turned to see who was there,
I saw no one only heard a voice.
This voice seems to be familiar,
Haunting the four walls of the room.
I glanced across the room to see,
If anyone else notices it too,
But no one seems to hear that voice,
Nor they noticed that strange look on my face.
The voice is growing only louder,
Calling out my name,
And I am certain to whom it belongs,
Oh! It’s you my dear friend.
But what makes you hide till now?
I missed you so much,
I keep telling you,
But you don’t seem to hear me.
I still miss the dance on chilly rainy nights,
And the time spe...