I´ve been so lost I must confess
I´ve had my share of loneliness
But yeah it´s hard to keep a good man down
The loves you lost were all in vain
The past lives on inside your brain
I don´t think you need those memories
Hanging around,
Good-bye
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I never thought much of the small ugly blotch of fungus high up on the ceiling, where water collects on the rooftop in rainy season. It was always an ugly blotch alright. Hideous to a point. And we got so used to it over a period of time that we just stopped looking at it. More
Lying on your back, watching the fan swirl. Sleep is miles away from your eys. Tired to your bone, even though you have just been lying like that for what seems like an eternity. Tired yet; exhausted. Fatigued…
You want to close your eyes. But you can’t. Everytime you do, you see his face. More than ever now. More
DEFINITION of SACRIFICE:
23rd March, 1931: the selfless giving up of a valued thing for the sake of something else. Eg: The Sacrifice of lives of Bhagat Singh, Sukhdev and Rajguru for the independence of India.
23rd March, 2006: the selfish giving up of a valued thing for the sake of attaining something more valuable.
Eg: The “Sacrifice” of post of NAC More
Standing here alone with you
Wondiring what it is that i’m supposed to do
And there you are with the love light in your eye
The bridges are burnt More
I was trying to describe you to someone a few days ago. You don’t look like any girl I’ve ever seen before.
I couldn’t say “Well she looks just like Jane Fonda, except that she’s got red hair, and her mouth is different and of course, she’s not a movie star…”
I couldn’t say that because you dont look like Jane Fonda at all.
Everyday you see him. He passes a smile at you and you pass one by. You dont know him. His torn clothes, his messy hair. The face covered in grime.
But the smile, ever so beautiful… More
You and I were never the same…
You with your job
Me with my school
You with your jokes
Me with my stories
You with More
I’m so tired of being here,
Suppressed by all my childish fears.
And if you have to leave,
I wish that you would just leave.
Because your presence still lingers here,
And it wont leave me alone…
These wounds won’t seem to heal,
This pain is just too real.
There’s just too much that time cannot erase…
When you’d cried i’d, wipe More
The river looks beautiful today. The bright orange sun almost down the calm silver of the meaderer. I have twelve stones in my pocket.
I think, I sit on the bank and think.
Today…
It’s been exactly 485 days since I last fell out of love.
Plop. 11 stones in my pocket now.
It’s been exactly 379 days since I last touched him.
Plop. 10 in my pocket. Infinite plus two in the river bed.
It’s been exactly 341 More
…Everytime I tell him, he goes “yes, I know.”
….He hides when I try to catch a glimpse. He locks his gates when I try to enter. His mind is something I have spent years fruitlessly trying to explore. There is so much I want to show him, so much left unsaid. Yet I feel unable to show him what he means to me. He was once a star in the sky that I aimed for, to be lost and found again. But there’s so much more to show, to feel, to know. I’m afraid of the consequences, and so I hold back. If only he’d understand…..
Sometimes life does catch you unaware. There you are, walking along on your own accord and somebody comes… lights a fire in the lonely rusted fireplace of your heart… and as the chimney once again start puffing out smoke, the ornate gardens bloom.
You see the buds turning to flowers in a bit… and your days become full of smiles…
How is it that you love someone so much that its impossible More
And I just sat there taking in the scenery as it passed me by. The constant blaring of the ear-splitting horn of this Maruti van, not much contrasting to the scene outisde the windows of this car.
Life, is not what it was yesterday. The people I knew and cared about, just memories now of a life of high being, the life I cherished.
Gone are the places, gone are the faces.
Gone are my habits, gone is my home.
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If I could hear you laugh just one more time before I left, I would keep warm on cold nights. I wonder where you are and what’s passing through your mind right at this moment. I’m wrapping up my small world that had almost begun to revolve around you and packing up to leave. This place was never meant for me, I know now.
I belong nowhere. Why on earth do I keep forgetting it? Your place is here. This is where you belong. Because it brings you pleasure. The smile More
