It was a mistake.
It was bad timing .
It is the guilt.
We should have thought
We have sinned.
Do not tell me
It never happened.
You are the best thing
That ever happened.
All the imagination & illusion of my present life is encircled with your memories.
College days were just divine.
Drunken eyes without wine.
Friends were family &
Family became friends
That's how i lived my college till ends.
Let's Unwrapped memories
of those storms & lights .
Somewhere it attracts me
To be on my wilder side.
Never counted how many times
When thunder knocked and raindrops came
my friend & me behaved like a child.
We forgot everything and just
played ,played & played .
Sometimes on a roof and
sometimes on an empty roads.
People might thought we were insane,
Though we damn care while it was about rain.
Deliberately broken umbrella's strands
So that we will get wet everytime in monsoon.
That era was not that cool or mod
Still we lived like,...
Remember the last time we travelled together ?
You lost your breathe while we reached up at rohtaang.
We sat on top of hill for good time so that you will get back your breathe back.
We were alone their though I stood next to you holding your hand,giving you warm hug while Locking your lips with mine to made you feel my presence.
We came down slowly while I was carrying all the stuff on my back since we climbed, holding your hand tightly on those slippery slanting rocks, before we missed out last bus from their.
I did what any better half can do in love for love of her life, though we left that place long back together and then
you left me to be in your space for never comeback..........
Immortal memories, A life within a framework where all myths were settled, we all traveled long distances, unaware of our dreams and dreams. Lost love, Unrequited care, aroma of love.
So, with only the memories of life is left, i wish tonight that life is going to bring back many more beautiful moments for tomorrow's.
Loves knock on my door every night
To hold me ,to console me
To make me believe that
He will always stand by my side.
Love knocks on my door every night
To feel me ,to reveal me that he can't
Live without me & will forever stays
With me, in a bouquet of memories
He picked from my unforgettable past.
Love still knocks on my door every night
To please me, to keep smile on my face
Which he never wanted to get
faded in morning light ....
Last time, I thought about the present, I was a kid
so lively in instant time, now time's money, more like a bid
though I know the importance but my limitations don't let me
The nostalgia of no-near future, craving, wishing to had a greater past,
making my presents skid.
To check if you are Modern, count the excuses
if you are getting presents, considered lame, count the bruises
On the island of hope, in a bottle, tied a note, looking at the starry sky with
my insight got the note, with the glue of time trying to fix the torn-present-
Often in solitude,
With all certitude.
I do meditate,
Why you never hesitate?
Like glowing moonlight,
In a stark dark night.
You are my breath,
A life over death.
You smile makes my day,
Taking all worries away.
I am nothing without you,
We are one not two.
I love you with all my heart,
No distance can make us apart.
The taste of purple : A short story
I was a kid, rather a chubby kid. I guess about 6 year old. It was first day of school and I was early enough to occupy the first bench. The next day I saw a boy sitting at my place and I told him to sit somewhere else. To me, as a kid, it was MY place. How could someone else take it away from me ?
But he did not listen, he hit me in my stomach. I hit him on his face and that is how we started fighting. But then something happened. His leg slipped and he fell on the floor hitting his head on the table before falling. Moments later there was a clear bump on his forehead and it had turned blue.
“All major theme parks have had delays. When they opened Disneyland in 1956, nothing worked – nothing!”
“But if The Pirates of the Caribbean breaks down, the pirates don’t eat the tourists.”
Interesante es la mente.
Observar imágenes, leer textos, analizar los detalles.
Le damos significado a esos estímulos.
Relacionamos esas conclusiones con la inforamción pre-existente.
Se queda grabado en tu mente y no la olvidas si ha hecho conexión con alguna emoción y es significativa.
Y si te interesó demasiado, buscarás mas información sobre ese estímulo y cuando ya no lo tengas activo (consciente, pensando en el momento), puede expresarse en forma de sueño. Este puede estar distorcionado; con material real y material fantasioso.
De esta manera explico, cómo es que codificamos, internalizamos y guardamos la información, y el impacto de las experiencias de la vida. ...
Taste of coffee, warm and sweet,
Rich and full
Butter on my waffle smooth
Creamy, filling, sweet
Fullness on my tongue
All my memories of you
Gone in few bites
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Memories of us
There is nothing
to regret or forget.
Memories of us
There is nothing
i would change.
Memories of us
There is nothing
to be missed.
We may grow old
And make new ones
I would never
trade one for other.
something is you!
There are no
will always be
my smile !
I always believe in luck and fortune ...
To be a part of your memories,your consciousness,your emotions and your life ,
I feel I m the luckiest person in the world...
I remember that it felt like floating
at least in the opening moments
tumbling down a verdant hillside
with the melody of your laughter
caressing my ears
followed by my own
as I watched you follow suit
until we were both entangled
in love with the warmth
of both sunlight and flesh enmeshed
wishing we could lie here
just lie here
watching cloudless blue skies
deepen to darkest indigo
counting stars and passing planes
dreaming it would never fade
and I remember...
Etta James plays in the background,
Her somber, beautiful voice fills the saddened air.
My dear sweet boy clings to me,arms tight around my waist.
His tears fall down his cheeks and disappear into my shirt.
I rock with him,holding him tight,stroking his hair,singing along to the song.
I hear him ask why momma why? Why is dad like this? And all i can respond is i don't know baby and hold him tighter. Holding my own tears back. I can't let him see my sadness in this moment. In this moment he needs me to be strong. So strong i am. And soon enough he lets go and runs off to play. I will never understand his father. He is such a sweet beautiful boy. Who loves and adores him but he is blind to it...
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She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
was as fresh as the bright blue sky.
She's got eyes of the bluest skies
when I look up to them
I feel a sense of connection
that can't be broken by anyone
And when I see her face
I got to that special place
where there is no returning back
until she turns away.
Oh! Don't you see?!
You're the prettiest person I have laid my eyes on
You're the prettiest person I have set my eyes on.
Stuck in a perception of immobility
left to wander through these waves
of memory and illusion
dwelling on idle thoughts of travel
and the highway siren serenade
Remembering that summer road trip
west on unthought backroads
winding from Chicago to Los Angeles
stopping at lost legends
and gawking at decaying attractions
I fell in love with a waitress
daydreaming in a forgotten diner
sharing cigarettes and spare change
I wrote her a letter every day
silly romantic nothings never sent
and I wonder where she is these days
did she ever find her true way home
The song fades out
last number on the A side
flip the record and start again
drifting further out
into tides of lovesick nostalgia
Have you experienced that
when you life
seems to stop.
is totally different.
every tiny detail,
That is what
meeting you has been.
You may not
how precious you are.
But i will pay you
with my life.
Inspiring me to live,
You have shown me
why i was born.
You may not know
your smile's worth
i live to see it.
I have had dreams
Hopes and aspirations
But not happiness,
Not the urge to live.
You have given me that,
so take you out,
nothing really matters.
So next time
before you say,
I am not really worth,
think of the life
you have given me .
She saw her growing up to be a young beautiful women
She played with her in summer holidays and went out with her wherever she wanted; She never parted ways with her ( neither emotionally nor mentally) but she only got away from her which made her feel as she abandoned her. She didn’t knew what happened to them? She doesn’t know the reason why she doesn’t want to be with her.
“But you are always loved by me because your mom loved me like her own daughter but she don’t talk anymore to me after I got married.” She thought but doesn’t dare to say this to anyone.
She loves her young sister very much and her aunt but they don’t anymore.
Its surprising but her mother says, “you got your bros w...