INSPIRATIONS

MY STORY (PART 1)

2014-06-21T19:53:00.000+05:30

Back then,he was all I had once wished for. Then,when he was leaving, my heart silently bled. It shed numerous countless tears in silence. How could I weep in front of anyone including myself. I had been denying any such feelings for him since a long time and when I knew, it was too late. Also I never knew how he felt or what he thought about me. We were mere friends bound by nothing but friendship. I didn't even know him well. We weren't best friends either.

So,he left. He didn't walk away from my life but out of the city to pursue higher studies. Initially I missed his non-sensible talks,his pampering,his teasing but all I could do was to wait for him to turn up at my door once again. He kept social media at bay and initially had tried to keep in touch through any way he could. As the time passed the distance made it difficult to be in touch with him and soon we lost contact. No news from him. Then,even I walked out of the city to pursue my dreams and slowly but steadily the pain of separation got buried somewhere deep inside me.
Every time he would cross my mind,my heart would call out his name,link it to mine and say we were meant to be together but after mental calculations all I could conclude was,I was way beyond his league and in no way would have he ever thought that way about me. Soon his memories got pushed somewhere deep in the back of my mind and I moved on from him!

We lost contact for almost three years and then one day suddenly least to my expectations he knocked my door once again. Astonished and overwhelmed at the same time,I welcomed him into my life again and soon the dilemma I had been into back then came popping into my head at once.

Do I still feel for him after having been into a relation with a jerk in his absence? Should I tell him everything I went through in the new city or should I just let him believe I am his old,innocent friend?

What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.

2013-03-25T21:16:00.000+05:30

by:-
SARVANI BHARADWAJ

Gaah don't worry, I'm no cry baby, I'm just trying to give an insight to people as to how to deal with bull shit (because i'm unoccupied at the moment) :P. Well honestly you don't need to try that hard, you can always avoid getting fooled. As i say, don't trust the words, because people might say things they don't mean. That's easy- piece of cake; but take a look at their actions, closely, for they will never act against their will, no matter what. So the next time someone comes and apologizes to you for the same mistake "again", ask him to shove it up his ass 'cause you mean business. :P I mean honestly, for how long will you choose to be forgiving, u aint no forgiving angel, you are just a goddamned human being!

Yes, you know why, because no matter how many times you scream to yourself or an optimistic fool screams into your ears that you are the one who controls your life, it depends on quite a long list of things that are beyond your control, its a fact. Duck it, our birth is not in our control, neither is our death, we can't control falling in love or out of it, on the flip side you can not help yearning for someone who couldn't care less about you, forget about the person of your choice; we can't help dreaming, we can't stop laughing when it is most required (students won't disagree). I remember having a casual chat wid one of my friends just a day before our grand viva. She had some issues wid her name beginning wid the letter "A". Quoting her, "why couldn't my parents name me 'Fuck'!, atleast A se toh nai hota". I still admire her amazing sense of humor. So see! Its kind of tough to sustain and easy to complain.

heheh.. man i'm on fire. So what's the solution, well nothing objective, in a law student's words "it depends on the facts and circumstances" as the case may be. You just need to learn to overlook certain aspects, create a blind spot in your conscience and everything will slowly start falling into place. You need to make a choice and stick to it, and you'll always get to know what that choice is (unless, you don't have brains). Like see, of course i can not control certain things, but they are like the fixed factors i have in hand waiting to be put to use. I don't need to control/hide whatever i feel all the time. Sometimes i just need to show my vulnerable side or my bitch avtar, just to be sure as to who is going to stand by me. I can not expect to win all the time, but yes I can always choose to try. Winning or losing is just a matter of luck, after all we're just noobs when it comes to "Life".
And life never kills you, it only makes you stronger, each passing day.

PS Sorry for the forbidden language.. but then you can always choose to overlook things.

A PRAYER FOR YOU !

2013-03-13T19:29:00.000+05:30

Let the sunshine lighten your way and lead you for eternity.

From dawn to dusk let it give you its strength, its shine.

Just as it is sincere to the world, rising every day for all our well being selflessly.

Let the moon give you solace & calmness with its moonlight showing you the path in darkness.

Let the stars twinkle and shower their happiness on you.

Let those angels wave their wand for you and your wishes come true.

Let these trees bless you with their greenery, give you shade in your path of life

Let the seas give you the vastness and diversity, their power and serenity.

All these are my prayers for you.

I hope may the nature and spirits always bless you.

COME ROAMING WITH ME...

2012-12-30T12:31:00.000+05:30

Out of the city and over the hill,
Into the spaces where time stands still,
Under the tall trees,touching old wood,
Taking the way where warriors once stood;
Crossing the little bridge,losing my way,
But finding a friendly place where I can stay.
Those were the days,friend,when we were strong
And strode down the road to an old marching song
When the dew on the grass was free every morn,
And we woke to the call of the ring-dove at dawn.
The years have gone by,and some times I falter,
But still I set out for a stroll or a saunter,
For the wind is as fresh as it was in my youth,
And the peach and the pear,still the sweetest of fruit,
So cast away care and come roaming with me,
Where the grass is still green and the air is still free.

2012-11-06T03:38:00.002+05:30

A Magic Moment To
Remember::
A magic moment I remember:
I raised my eyes and you were
there,

A fleeting vision, the
quintessence
Of all that's beautiful and rare
I pray to mute despair and
anguish,
To vain the pursuits world
esteems,
Long did I near your soothing
accents,
Long did I your features haunt
my dreams.
Time passed. A rebel storm-
blast scattered
The reveries that once were
mine
And I forgot your soothing
accents,
Your features gracefully divine.
In dark days of enforced
retirement
I gazed upon grey skies above
With no ideals to inspire me
No one to cry for, live for, love.
Then came a moment of
reinessance,
I looked up - you again are
there
A fleeting vision, the
quintessence
Of all that's beautiful and rare...

FOR YOU :

2012-10-26T11:04:00.000+05:30

FOR YOU::
Our story was short lived
It was unexpected when it came to an end
You no longer wanted to be my friend
I am forgivable but I never forget
With you I have no single regret
Before long I had my goals on us set
Never did I think that I was going to be wrong
I can't even stand to listen to what used to be our song
My dreams about us turned to be wrong all along

I know I am stronger than this
I am standing on the edge of an oceanic abyss
The air hitting me is nothing but a bliss
For you I am not going to end my life
I am going to live my life one day at a time
Even after all this pain I wish you happiness
even though you are no more my same old friend..

SECOND THOUGHTS

2012-09-24T01:50:00.001+05:30

There was a time
When I was pure

A time when I was sure

I wanted to achieve

I wanted to learn

I wanted to earn

Not money, a name

Not just success, not just fame

I learnt to earn honour

There was a time

When success had a meaning

I used to work for it

Every end used to meet

Praises rang so sweet to ears,

I used to feel it pull my goals nearer

Days changed to years and the world grew big.

My goals did not change, but my world slowly did.

With years, my age grew,

With age grew my pride,

And every day, I learnt something new,

Of the ways the world survived.

I learned I had responsibilities,

And that every man has his share

So I laid my own world second,

To the world that owned mw,

By then my golden years had flown.

Now I had too many dreams before me,

All had to go well, I couldn’t let the system Ignore me,

Cross roads to choose from, with milestones crossed,

Like faces to choose down from, when coins are tossed,

Ran in my head, all the faith upon me,

Lost hopes and broken dreams that they laid upon me,

I chose all the maps that seemed to be right,

And to set out to succeed with all of my might…

Now the road is too long, and I have lost my map,

But their hopes are still high and mine is snapped

I want to jump off and get back home,

Re – toss the coins and re choose the roads.

This cannot shape my life; this is just a race,

I can’t seem to drive myself at such high pace,

Their ‘success’ is different.

SHORT OF CHANGE

2012-09-23T03:46:00.002+05:30

This is an extract from my college magazine-THE SMITSIONIAN

Yesterday, I was on my way to Nehru palace .Excited and happy, because of many reasons. Finding an auto driver who agreed to charge according to meter was one of the reasons. The weather had taken a smooth turn and it was more or less cloudy which gave my burnt skin a salving respite from Delhi’s charring heat. After a short-siesta summer and a shorter lunch those fluffy clouds played the role of dessert.

The auto driver was exercising his racing skills and it added to the fun since the not so warm wind was kissing my bearded cheeks all throughout. The speedometer was touching the likes of nineties and I was feeling that the auto driver had some ulterior motives of setting some speed record or testing the agility of the tires, until my body started experiencing the sudden forces of inertia. Yes the auto was decelerating. The image of a red pixelated disk of the traffic light managed to cross my spectacles to finally paint my retina. The image was clear enough to furnish my curious mind with the reason behind the sudden advent of inertia.

The auto decelerated at a decelerating rate and it was not until the auto driver was completely convinced that his tyres had passed the agility test that he stopped. My cheek encountered a sudden disappearance of its lover but soon somebody else took the place and gave it a wet sensation. The tickly wet sensation catapulted since the flood of sweat made its way downwards on my cheeks.

‘Tak-tak’. A knock buzzed my ears. I looked out of the auto. There was nobody. My eyes roved around & then the gravity pulled it downwards. A lathi (wooden-stick) was approaching my field of view. The lathi proceeded ahead in front of my eyes to bring out its master all the while; the painfully slow advent of man behind the lathi did a subtle job of sparking immense curiosity in me.

Moments later, upon seeing the lathi with its master, I became a bit shocked after not being able to find a hand catching hold of its top end. There was no hand at all. Instead it was just the arm –pit of his right hand that held that lathi; while the left hand, which was physically alright was holding a stained plastic mug in the hope of getting some alms.

‘I don’t have any change. Go ahead’. These words came out of my tongue unconsciously. My conscience tried to scold me for lying, but my logical and unkind mind subdued that faint inner-voice.

He looked at my eyes and oscillated his plastic mug in front of my eyes. It contained not more than six to seven rupees.

‘Go ahead. You won’t get anything here’. I rebuked him. I could see his rags, each of those shreds contained in itself untold stories about his life. His life – which had no importance for me.

Why should it even be important? He was frail and old – someone who would be counting his days to get liberated from his dreadful world. Just at the moment he crossed the auto – driver, the auto driver stopped him by holding his left hand.

‘Babaji, take this. Get yourself something to eat.’

The auto – driver said handing over two coins of two rupees each to the master of the lathi. I could see a divine smile on that old man’s face which seemed to be reassuring the auto – driver that this act of kindness would be remembered forever.

I was dumbstruck and embarrassed at the same time. I was feeling poor in front of that speedster. Something seemed weird to me. My engineering mind tried to find a reason. But it failed miserably. Meanwhile, the red painting on my retina was transformed to green and my long – lost lover was back on action.

‘Bhaiya, you embarrassed me! Why did you give money to the beggar? I mean…there are so many beggars in India… if you keep giving alms at every red – signal, how you would sustain yourself’ I asked.

‘Sahib, I don’t give money to each beggar that happens to cross my eyes. This man’s condition was too bad. Have you ever thought how difficult it would have been to carry ourselves if we just had one hand? Plus he was old, under nourished and hungry. I just could not resist’.

‘Half of India is hungry. You can’t go and feed each of them’. I said irritated.

Half of India is hungry. You can’t go and feed each of them. But you can at least help one who is really in need’. He said.

I didn’t like his logic. My ego just didn’t want to take lessons from an auto – driver. I choose to be quiet. The auto paced back to the nineties and my quietness remained my companion for the next ten minutes.

I reached Nehru palace. Fortunately, no more red lights hindered my cruise with the wind.

‘Sahib, it is 57 rupees on the meter. Do you have any change?’

‘Yes, I’ve change’, I said with pride and extended my right hand to offer him the fare, and simultaneously said, ‘I am never short of change’. He smiled and offered his left hand to collect the money. I didn’t quite like it, as in India, it is customary to give or accept money with the right hand – the righteous hand.

‘Bhaiya, at least extend your right hand’. I said. He extended his right hand and I poured down a 50 rupees note with seven lustrous coins which when struck his palms gave a sonorous sound. It drew my attention towards it. The fibre fabricated single coloured palm with no lifelines at all and the plastic fingers unable to catch hold of the seven metal disks made a shiver of shock run through my whole body. I looked up at him. Those eyes showed conviction and there was an unrealistically beautiful smile on his face. In that short moment, his heart touched mine.

He looked into my eyes and said,

“Sahib, I wish that you’re never short of change!” and moved back to his auto to set a new speed record once again.

IS THIS LOVE ??

2012-09-14T22:39:00.001+05:30

I do not know whether it is crush or love

I just can look at your face for hours

I dream about you and me walking down a beach...holding hands...drowning in your eyes...

I dream dancing with you...

Just in your arms…and you in mine...

Sitting on a rock in place some high...with you by my side...entangled in your dark lush hair

Your mesmerizing smile taking me to places of fantasy...

Your shining face bringing up my morning...

And I think life as is will be just mine...

Though this is my feelings...just i cannot tell you all

I am afraid of losing you just for whatever i have with you…just a friend!!

The SEARCH

2012-08-20T03:53:00.000+05:30

The Search
There comes a point in your life when all seems perfect and worthwhile
Everything seems pretty,lively and you know that it is more than alright
You have your friends trust
And people you look up to you.
You have achieved the heights...
But...
Even though you give your best all the time..
Still fall short just few steps before the line...

You try try and try...
And you need just a push...
By a person too selfless to you...
By the person who has your soul...
By the one who cares...
By the one who shares your joys and despairs...

At this time I am looking for such a soul...
It has been a quite a prolonged wait...
But I Just cannot find...
For the one I am still waiting...
I am telling the world that she will come one day...
Fall in my arms and take away my soul...
And give me peace...
I hope that the wait is worth it....

Funny definitions LOL !!

2012-08-05T15:36:00.002+05:30

funny definitions

by Hemant Agarwal

Cigarette: A pinch of tobacco rolled in paper with fire at one end and a fool on the other.

Lecture : An art of transferring information from the notes of the lecturer to the notes of the students without passing through the minds of either.

Compromise: The art of dividing a cake in such a way that everybody believes he got the biggest piece.

Tears : The hydraulic force by which masculine will-power is defeated by feminine water power.

Dictionary : A place where success comes before work.

Conference Room: A place where everybody talks, nobody listens and everybody disagrees later on.

Classic: A book which people praise, but do not read.

Smile : A curve that can set a lot of things straight.

Office: A place where you can relax after your strenuous home life.

Yawn: The only time some married men ever get to open their mouth.

Etc: A sign to make others believe that you know more than you actually do.

Committee: Individuals who can do nothing individually and sit to decide that nothing can be done together.

Experience: The name men give to their mistakes.

Atom Bomb : An invention to end all inventions.

Philosopher: A fool who torments himself during life, to be spoken of when dead.

Diplomat : A person who tells you to go to hell in such a way that you actually look forward to the trip.

Opportunist : A person who starts taking bath if he accidentally falls into a river.

Optimist: A person who while falling from Eiffel tower says in midway "See I am not injured yet."

Miser : A person who lives poor so that he can die rich

A Little Test to cHeck Whether You are aWake ;)

2012-07-24T18:28:00.002+05:30

A little test to check whether u r awake

Question 1
What do you put in a toaster?
(don't scroll down until you answer)

Answer:- bread....
If you said "toast" then give up now and go and find yourself a shoe box as you can't handle life.... If you said "bread" then please progress on to:

Question 2
Say "silk" 5 times, now spell "silk".....what do cows drink? (same procedure.. Answer and then scroll)

Answer:- "water"
If you said "milk", then may i suggest that you do not try the next question, as it may seem that your brain cell is over - taxed, you need a holiday...may i suggest children's world? If you said "water" then you may go onto question 3.

Question 3
If a red house is made from red bricks, a blue house is made out of blue bricks, a pink house is made out of pink bricks, a black house is made out of black bricks....what is a green house made out of?

Answer:- "glass"
If you said "green bricks" then what the hell are you still doing here reading these questions!!!! If you said "glass" then please progress onto:

Question 4
20 years ago a plane is flying at 20,000 ft, over the old country Germany when 2 of the engines fail, the pilot realizing that the last remaining engine was failing, he decides a crash landing procedure, but unfortunately the engine fails before time and the plane crashes smack bang in the middle of "no mans land" the land between east Germany and West Germany in the middle of the Berlin wall, ..... Where would you bury the survivors.... East Germany, West Germany or in "no mans land"?

Answer:- you don't bury "survivors". If you said anything other than the sentence above then please never fly, you may cause more damage should the plane crash!!! If you said the sentence above then carry on to question 5:

Question 5.
If on a clock the hour hand moves 1/60th of a degree every minute then how many degrees will the hour hand travel in 1 hour?

Answer:- "1 degree"
If you said "360 degrees", or anything other than the answer, may I congratulate you on getting this far...but be honest with yourself, do you think you can handle the last and final question? If you said "1 degree" then please go on to the last question.

Question 6
**without using a calculator** You are driving a bus from London to Milford Haven (Wales). In London 17 peopleget on the bus, in reading 6 people get off, 9 people get on, in Swindon 2 people get off, 4 people get on, in Cardiff 11 people get off,16 people get on, in Swansea 3 people get off, 5 people get on, in Carmarthen, 6 people get off,3 people get on the bus then pulls into Milford haven bus depot..... What was the name of the bus driver?

Answer:-"your name". You're the bus driver, remember?

Why did the Chicken cross the Road.......PART 2

2012-07-24T18:26:00.000+05:30

Why did the Chicken cross the Road.......PART 2

by Hemant Agarwal

PAT BUCHANAN: To steal a job from a decent, hardworking American.

DR. SEUSS: Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes! The chicken crossed the road, But why it crossed, I've not been told!

ERNEST HEMINGWAY: To die. In the rain.

MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.: I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without having their motives called into question.

GRANDPA: In my day, we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Someone told us that the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough for us.

ARISTOTLE: It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.

KARL MARX: It was a historical inevitability.

SADDAM HUSSEIN: This was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we were quite justified in dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it.

RONALD REAGAN: What chicken?

CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK: To boldly go where no chicken has gone before.

FOX MULDER: You saw it cross the road with your own eyes. How many more chickens have to cross before you believe it?

BILL GATES: I have just released eChicken 2000, which will not only crossroads, but will also lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbook, and Internet Explorer is an inextricable part of eChicken.

BILL CLINTON: I did not cross the road with THAT chicken. What do you mean by chicken"? Could you define "chicken" please?

GEORGE W. BUSH: I don't think I should have to answer that question.

LOUIS FARRAKHAN: The road, you will see, represents the black man. The chicken crossed the "black man" in order to trample him and keep him down.

THE BIBLE: And God came down from the heavens, and He said unto the chicken, "Thou shalt cross the road." And the chicken crossed the road, and there was much rejoicing.

COLONEL SANDERS: I missed one?

The Waiting..

2012-07-21T17:01:00.001+05:30

The Waiting -
Just as the desert wait for a little shower of rain
the birds wait for the dawn to come..
I wait for you..to come to me..
The time flys by ..just as the river flows on...
not waiting for me..though i am standing still waiting for you..
come by..please come by ..

To the orignal note- By Vineet Chanchal

WHY DID THE CHiCKEN CROSS THE ROaD ??

2012-07-19T20:16:00.001+05:30

Why did the chicken cross the road?

Robert Boyle : She had been under too much pressure at home.

Marie Curie : She was radiating with enthusiasm as she crossed the road.

Thomas Edison : She thought it would be an illuminating experience.

Karl Gauss : Because of the magnetic personality of the rooster on the other side.

Hawking

A1: The first seconds made the universe in such a way that chickens cross the road.

A2: There exist numerous parallel universes in which the same chicken is in differing stages of crossing the road. Only when one of the chickens has completed crossing the road do their ave functions coallesce.

Albert Einstein : Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road moved beneath the chicken depends upon your point of view. The chicken did not cross the road - it transcended it.

Gustav Hertz : Lately, its been crossing with greater frequency.

Galileo : To get a better look at the stars.

Johannes Kepler : He crossed in an arc, not a straight line.

Lemaître : He crossed with a big bang.

Newton

1) Chickens at rest tend to stay at rest. Chickens in motion tend to cross the road.

2) It was pushed on the road.

3) It was pushed on the road by another chicken, which went away from the road.

4) It was attracted to a chicken on the other side of the road.

Ohm : There was more resistance on this side of the road.

Pascal : It was pressured to cross the road.

Wolfgang Pauli : There already was a chicken on this side of the road.

James Watt : It thought it would be a good way to let off steam.

Aristotle

A1 : It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.

A2 : The other side of the road was its natural place.

A3 : To actualize its potential

Towards The END

2012-07-18T17:25:00.002+05:30

Towards the end-
You feel like everything detached...
The soul not existing...
The pain obliterating
The heart falls apart...
The darkness falling...
And you cannot tear through that dark...
And you search for the light through the corners...
hope seems to die....
but still you fight for thy life..
The blankness spreading…
The numb feeling…
just hoping for the that would never come...
Just towards the end...

To the orignal note-By Vineet Chanchal

MIGRATORY BIRDS

2012-07-17T16:28:00.000+05:30

I have listened for the beat
Of slow wings across the sea.
In their strange and dumb retreat
From their foreign liberty.
Come the birds from northern lands,
Where the Russian sleigh-bells chime,
From the hungry desert sands
Of a southern clime.
Come the birds where Eastern air,
Pierced by lofty minaret,
Echoes far the Turkish prayer
Of a God we half forget.
In my garden I have strayed
Through the warm sweet days of Spring,
Bent to each small nest, delayed
By the young birds' fluttering.

To the soft, song-laden wind
Leant in hope and half in fear,
One low perfect note to find
In the joyous tumult here.
There 's no bird upon the wing,
There 's no fledgeling in the nest,
There 's no song where others sing
More glorious than the rest.
Is he caged without release
Who makes all lovely things to be?
What holds the gentle bird of Peace,
God's hand, or human frailty?

To the orignal note

SHE...

2012-07-14T16:11:00.000+05:30

Her eyes had sum words which i was unable to read....
Words which i was supposed to understand..
The emotions which lie beneath...........
The thoughts which were left for me to comprehend....

As we walked hand in hand still ignorant of the luv we shared..
The feelings..the dreams which yet had to be expressed....

I was too mesmerised by the romance...
to think of taking a chance and to hold her hands and tell her how much i luv her ..how much i care for her...

She looked at me with expecting eyes..
But i stood dumb...
and then her tears I had to succumb.....
She left in tears..
and I was left with my own fears..of whether i will be able to take a chance and hold her hands..
and tell her that how much i luv her..how much i care for her...

To the orignal note- by Hemant Agarwal

Winds of Solitude..

2012-07-14T15:47:00.000+05:30

Winds of solitude

by Parth Samal on Saturday, January 28, 2012 at 12:06am ·

Painted in serenity,
Portrayed in dept of imagination ,
They all come alive,
As I lay unawaken to eternity,
And as I dream to live.
Sunrise in the far east,
Across the nightshade forests,
Seems like a proudy light,
Awaken to take its crown.

Amidst of suicidal silence,
Apart the somersalting wind,
Untimed screech of almighty's heir,
Disturbs the beauty of stillness.
Cold & black the wind of dark,
Passing on tales of myth,
Still but wicked the wind of spark,
Burning away all the filth.

Ruthlessly marching,
Across the dead forests,
It mystify the creatures of fairytale,
Finding its way through darkness,
Returns to civil ages.
Whistling along silence,
Like some opera of thrill,
Singing the song of grievance,
It makes the wounded heal.

Dark in the moonlight bright,
Trees decide to haunt the sage,
Silent in the dark winter wild,
Even the fear plots against the courage.
Along the roaring wild wind,
Chronicles of nocture join the symphony,
With an unrhyming orchestra of a kind,
Still of the night hovers with agony.

Now its in mind,
The thoughts of Persey,
As he came across the west wind,
The imaginum of Shelly,
When he penned down heaven

To the original note by the writer-PARTH SAMAL

JUST A FRIEND...

2012-07-13T12:03:00.002+05:30

I do not know whether it is crush or love

I just can look at your picture for hours

I dream about u and me walking down a beach...holding hands...drowning in your eyes...

I dream dancing with you...

Just in your arms…and you in mine...

Sitting on a rock in place some high...with you by my side...entangled in your dark lush hair

Your mesmerizing smile taking me into sleep...

Your shining face bringing up my morning...

And i think life as is will be just mine...

Though this is my feelings...just i cannot tell you all

I am afraid of losing you just for whatever i have with you…just a friend!!

TO FALL IN LOVE...

2012-07-13T10:17:00.002+05:30

To Fall In Love

Never keep your feelings within you..
Don't be afraid to share them..

by Vineet ChanchaL ·

To fall in love with some one...
Is to fall in a deep sea...
With deepness unknown..
In which u drown and drown...
But still u can breathe in...
Its awesomeness and its beauty...
to fall in love is like finding a reason to exist..and finding a soul to complete you....
that now you live not only for yourself..
but becoming selfless...
to fall in love is to forget and to forget...
and to live your dreams and see the world through the eyes..of your love..
it is to fly through skies...to flow through the mountains..and to rise behind the heavens...

INSPIRATIONS: JUST AS IT IS..I WISH I WISH AND I WISH...

2012-07-12T15:36:00.003+05:30

INSPIRATIONS: JUST AS IT IS..I WISH I WISH AND I WISH...: JUST AS IT IS..I WISH I WISH AND I WISH... I wish I wish and I wish… That some things never would have happened to me… And I just ...

JUST AS IT IS..I WISH I WISH AND I WISH...

2012-07-12T15:32:00.000+05:30

JUST AS IT IS..I WISH I WISH AND I WISH...

I wish I wish and I wish…

That some things never would have happened to me…

And I just I imagine how wonderful my life would have been…

However …

The people say that-“The GOD always has a plan”.

Something better would be in the waiting…

Some meaning be hidden…

Mostly I don’t understand what he wants to convey…

Sometimes my belief in him sways…

But still we continue on our way…

And belief always rises again…

I wish I wish and I wish…

How much unlucky I could be…

The path seems to take a negative turn…

But just as it seems to get worse…

I feel that he steadies the path and sends someone he loves…to be by my side