A head with a hundred thoughts..
Is it good Or bad?
She tends to drift to all those thoughts that only make her sad.
She is used to things being destroyed..
And people leaving her alone..
It makes her crazy..
She can almost be called a felon.
A felon for pushing people far..
A felon for not finding joy..
A felon for finding flaws in everything..
A felon because she is scared of a felony.
She shuts her ear when she hears a sweet melody.
She refuses to recognize that life can bring happiness..
She shuts out everyone who even tries to bring remove the sadness.
She lays under the moonlight monsoon sky..
And wonders if this misery will ever end..
And will she be ever able to fix he...
And All Those Flowers That Withered For You..
Don't Burn Them Away..
In the gaze of another bloom.
Bohot pukare lagayi maine..
Par kisi ne suna hi nahi.
Is tute insaan ki cheekh pe..
Kisi ka dhyaan gaya nahi.
Kha gaye dhokha us muskurate chehre se..
Tod ke nikal na paaya koi.. Andhere ke us pehre se.
Wo hasti.. Hasati.. Aur sabko khush karne ki koshish karti..
Aur raat ke andhere mai.. Bas tut padti.
Bas nahi ho raha ab aur bardash..
Ho gayi hai wo is zindagi se hatash.
Har kisi ke aankhon pe dhundti reh gayi jo..
Pyar? Bharosa? Khushi? Garv?
Lagta hai jaise ye duniya parayi hogayi ho..
Aankhen band karke shayad mil jayega usse sabhi wo.
Ki rona na mere jaane pe.. Hasna us daastane pe..
Jo humne saath mai banaya.
Shukriya un sabhi ka jisne is najeez ko kabhi bhi kisi bh...
She stood under the huge tree..
Covering herself yet loving the slight drench..
The rain poured and then some more..
She smiled and ignored her heart wrench.
Her eyes were fixed on the road..
Expecting something to happen..
She moved around impatiently..
Leaving her hair more dampen.
Will he come or will he not?
She knew the truth but she still fought.
Fought with the feeling of abandonment..
Fought with the feeling of loneliness..
She had to understand that she should not expect..
Because in the end.. What happens is she loses her own respect.
This cruel world doesn't respect feelings..
They don't wait for the time you take for healing.
Life moves and people move faster..
The clock struck 12 and the call was on..
They wished each other with thousand memories to ponder upon.
Known each other for 2 years but feels like a lifetime..
Many had rebuked.. But they had won over everytime.
Of days of laughing till out stomach hurts..
And nights of tears and small and big outbursts.
They were not friends and neither were they lovers..
One unnamed relation which can triumph over any other.
A bond so strong that they can't stay apart..
A thousand barriers but they decided to be together and not be afar.
To joyous days of happy moments..
To surviving the sad ones.. And being there till we talk with hearts open.
Smiles that comes just be a sight..
Tough days be...
She looked at her reflection in the mirror.. And questioned her identity..
Who is she and what's her worth?
Will life always be the same and if not.. Then how will she progress henceforth.
A few achievements and a million downfalls..
She wondered and dreamt about her position amomgst all.
So much to do.. So many dreams..
How to go ahead.. Her heart screams.
A little faith and a lot of hope..
She decided she will never lose it and always have scope.
To progress in what life throws..
To master whatever and however life brings and move ahead with small easy strokes.
Friends and family who are always there to support..
She will prove her worth and earn her own rapport.
To be not a leg...
The night seemed a lot darker today..
Or was it her soul that had grown a few shades darker.
She sat at the window and stared awhile..
Staring into nothingness..
With thoughts that left her senile.
What was the cost of happiness she thought?
And can it ever be bought?
She hid herself from bare sight..
Everyday seemed to take away more of her might.
Her might to fight..
Her might to ask for her right.
She plastered a smile and moved out..
She looked joyful and moved about.
Her mind and heart had been brought to sync..
She can never show what she feels..
But can only express through ink.
I am like a flowing river. You can never take me back home with you, no matter how hard you try. Even if you dig a canal to your home, you can only bring my waters to your home, not my flow. I would be no better than a puddle then.
However, I shall always be there beside you, to share your joy or grief. When happy, you can sit on my bank and enjoy the pleasant scenario that I can offer. When sad, I shall take away your tears along with me without overflowing.
Then, my serenity can offer some comfort to you.But you can stay by me only till darkness falls, after which you will have to get back to your home as I am unable to provide shelter of any kind."Why did you try then, solitary river, t...
The Unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it... because its only intangible ideas, concepts,beliefs, fantasies that last.
Stone crumbles,wood rots,people.. well,they die.
But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.
Why are we so hesitant to tell the people we love that we love them? Why have we been taught that the value of love is inversely proportional to the frequency of its utterance?Love's for life? Yeah, right. Who cares?
All I know is that I love you, be it for a week, a day, a month, a year, or simply for the minuscule amount of time it takes me to think it and say it to you. But nevertheless, you are loved, is the duration really that important? Now's not forever.
Heck, I am lonely, and I am tired of being lonely and yes, that might very well be the cheapskate reason I have fallen for you in the first place. Maybe I see my own reflection in you and love that back. Maybe a thousand other equal...
I have nothing to go on now but the knowledge that the person who I thought will always be there, will never be there again.
In this fathomless ocean that I am adrift without a compass, I can only hope the stars will guide me landwards. Even though I do not have a home to return to anymore.
Someday I hope, I will prevail over hope to come to terms with the fact that I have been struck off your list forever.
Someday I hope, I will come to believe, forever doesn't exist, as contrary as that sounds.
But till the day reality invades my fairy-tale, I will always love you, behind the facade of my obsession.