Live.Laugh.Love.

Empty words and broken promises, blank stares and wild caresses. broken hearts, torn and apart thinking minds, blocked and tired. enter the grim, enter the nightmare, enter the life of a real loner. behind the scene, the faces are the same, all prisoners of the same game. hold still, the breath that chill, the hands so cold, the lips so curved. hold the heart, slap the mind. punch the tears break the cries. silent screams, all spread the night so cold, the haunting dreams. the tears that crawled, the cheeks that glowed. the sob that counts the life of a girl. unfold the lies, repeat the song, replay the past. let me watch. the dead night that freezes the soul, the cold morning that refreshes the hurt. give birth to the truth, set the prisoner free, let the wings grow let the mind soar. a thoughtful mind that suffers, and a careless heart that's broken. It just crossed my mind, Does it sound good? u...

Today's Thoughts is going to center on "small" aspects that I am grateful for. This is partially because I'm lazy, but also because when I feel like the "big" things might not being going well, I have a hard time saying I'm grateful for them. Actually, it is these Small things in Life which shape it. I have realised that Lifes' not only about sneeking into the rat race and ending among the leaders, instead, we should also respect the tiny moments that are always taken for granted, cos they are already with us. I sometimes find it hard to decide if I am grateful for things like the ability to judge "right" from "wrong", but I can't argue about liking the feel of a warm bed. While I'm not sure whether I have free will or if life is deterministic, I still like the taste of an orange. And when it sometimes seems that everything is going wrong, at least I am still grateful when momma reminds me "Its time for Prayers, Piku....

Heres a poem written by my one of my best friends, who has now just finished her Honours. I insisted on putting up a few of her writings, and this is one of them. Aankhon me ek halki nami si hai, aur labon pe thehre hue jazbaat bhi hain, Tu nahin hai, par har jagah teri maujudgi si hai.... Maddham si hawa me meethe sangeet ki gunj si hai darwaaje pe tere aane ki aahat si hai Tu nahin hai, par har jagah teri maujudgi si hai.... Kamre ki har tasveer me teri parchaayi si hai chitthiyon me tere haathon ki khushbu si hai Tu nahin hai, par har jagah teri maujudgi si hai.... Baarish ke boondon me teri chuwan si hai nazdeeki mehsus hoti hai, dil me bechaini si hai Tu nahin hai, par har jagah teri maujudgi si hai.... Maathe ki bindiya me teri chavi si hai, sajte sawarte aaine me dekhti mujhe teri nazar si hai Tu nahin hai, par har jagah teri maujudgi si hai.... Kangan me khanak aur payal mein jhankar si hai, sochke tujhe, honth me mere dabi hui muskuraahat si hai, Tu nahin hai, par har jagah te...

Ohh..I am just bored with myself - am not getting to complete even one of a few poems I have written...!!! I am fed up, actually, as these days writing does not seem so easy as it was a year or two before.. Still, I had to post one as it was few days since I had not blogged, and so this piece won the race to the Blogger among a few ones. There goes that alarm again.. What to do and what to say… Do I get my butt out of bed… Or do I just say, “Hey!” I smack it once, it does not die… I give it my best “evil eye!” It will not die, it wants to be mean… I am SO aggravated, I just want to SCREAM! So, I SCREAM my best… “I just want to rest!” Just then I smell the coffee downstairs! When that happened, away with my cares! I got up and hurried down the stairs, Making noises with my shoes, the ruddy pairs. cos I never like to part with my cup of coffee, even if you put me in a big jar full of toffees...

Where to start? The sixth grade, your quirky sence of style and your passion for life drew myself to you. Your smile, was so warm and inviting, I could almost feel myself melt into it when you smiled. Your eyes, the blackest of black, showed your every emotion. We were almost nothing alike, we didnt have the same friends, sence of style, or love for music. But I was drawn to you. Some might have called it a schooldays crush, others a joke..but there was feeling there, a feeling that I never felt before. You told your friends that we were good friends, and they turned their noses up at me, being in a different group was hard, but we wanted it so badly. You always played pranks upon me and beat me up after the bell rang, but I liked those times. You always supported me when I was alone, and then were furious upon me for being innocent. During the vacations, the summers of 12th, I was the happiest, when we spent loads of time together. You were my first friend in the school, you held a sp...

After such high temperatures, finally we had some rains. Ohh, how much I like the rains...!! I just went out...the time was around an hour past midnight or thereabouts, and stood under the rain, my hands wide spread. A soul or two might have noticed me liked that, because something seemed odd to me and the next moment I went in to my house. Such pleasing times always bring in memories from the past, and streams of nostalgia also flashed past my mind. But memories aren't always pleasing, and thats what implored me to take up the pen and write these lines. I am the empty boulevard of the evening, I am searching for the faintest of sounds. The Stars, tonight, seem a bit down, I am searching for a few fireflies. Even Happiness seems to be upset with me, I am searching for Life... My Desires have ceased to become big. I am searching for a hand to hold on. Theres a big crowd around me. But everyone seems to go on thei...

Last Night I saw a dream, and, finally it was completed before I was awake. And I did also remember the dream when I was awake, so that I could post this article for you. I wish I could be a huge star, Being photographed day after day. My name in lights would be a delight, In a huge big mansion I’d stay. I’d bathe in milk, and drink Champagne, Eat the cream filled chocolate eggs with steak. I’d spend hours swimmin’ with women, Somewhere abroad, in a lake. And the director would shout out ACTION! In my first film, I would play a mad nut. I’d chop someone up with a big knife, And the director would then shout out CUT! When not at home, I’d stay in hotels, Only the best that money could buy. I’d have the penthouse on the eightieth floor, Where the roof would be touching the sky. Everyone would want to shake my hand, Tell me I’m great and a wonderful chap. I’d go on a chat-show to unplug my book, Where I’ll say that it’s great to be back. And the director would shout out, ACTION! In one of...