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Please don't

 I lost someone today. I cried for days.  I cry when no one's around.  I cry in a corner, where I am not found. I think of them.  I think of the time lost.  I think of the times we fought. I think of the times he sought to talk. I think of the times I let go by. I wish for another chance. I wish my heart wouldn't explode, With feelings, with words I can't even think. I wish to ink my words, To write a letter, to that unreachable world. I cry 'cause I know its not possible, I 'cry cause I want to. So please, I beg you, don't tell me your sorry for my loss. I know you are. But you didn't know my loss. So please, don't mention them. 'Cause I will cry, And I don't want to embarrass myself. So please, talk to me about weather, work or weekday, Because when I am ready to talk, I will call you someday. 

Resolution

 Every Morning, while driving to work, I am stuck in this infinity pool of thoughts. They switch from one topic to another, while my hands work their way through the car. You know that phase the mind doesn't know what the heart wants,I think that happens to me every morning. I make new resolutions everyday, literally believing its a new day of a new year everyday. But I am tried, and while I keep asking my husband to be better organise himself, multitask like I do, follow my instructions diligently, it hardly works. So frustrated today I though just pen down these thoughts,lets get to the bottom of this. Lets organize these thoughts or at least write them down. I do like talking to the pseudo me as a second person. I do like To do lists. For those who haven't ever made a TO DO list, I can tell you that its the most satisfying feeling, when you complete that task written and STRIKE it off that list. Ohhhhh. That pleasure is inexplicable. Coming back to penning down thoughts, I t

Intezar

Kehte hai Waqt k saath sab kuch badal jata hai, Gehre zakham bhar jate hai, Duson ki bhool mafi k kabil ban jaati hai, Naye pyar ki umeed bhi aakhir mein jag jaati hai. Phir kyun aaj bhi uski yaad mein aankhe nam ho jaati hai, Aansu nahi hai, par aankhe geeli ho jaati hai, Zakham bhar jaate hai, par nishan chod dete hai, Maaf toh kar dete hai, bar bharosa nahi kar pate hai, Pyar se hi aab toh dar lagta hai, umeed jagne se phele hi bhuj jaati hai. Dost kehte hai,'Itna pathar dil nah ban'. 'Galti aakhir insaan se hi hoti hai'. Tu umeed nah chod, Dard mein bhi muskurate raha kar; 'Ek muskan se toh gair bhi dost ban jaate hai' Kya pata, dard mein muskurate hue, naye pyar se hi ek mulakat ho jaye. Par maine kaha,'Mai pathar dil nahi bani hoon, Bas thak chuki hoon, iss dard ko sehte. Dusron ko kushi dete hue, apne kushi bhool chuki hoon.' Lekin aab bas intezar hai uska jo iss pathar dil ki majboori ko samjhe, jo iss hasi ki peeche ki nami ko pehchan le, jo muj

Destiny

A word that can give rise to huge debates a world divided into two halves – atheists and GOD –fearing people. Scientifically or practically speaking only hard work, determination, dedication will help to bring out the successful person in you. Like said by our elders the above are the secret ingredients to have a successful life. But this does bring me to a line I had read once in “Business Maharajas” by Gita Piramal that behind one of the most successful entrepreneurs – Dhirubhai Ambani there were hundreds who had failed. He succeeded to create the ‘Reliance Empire’. She stated in her book that there were hundreds who had started business like him but had failed. They weren’t destined to be like him. I have always been an ardent believer in GOD and in destiny and I strongly agree with Ms. Piramal that it was destiny that helped Mr. Ambani. It would be highly unfair to say that he worked the most, out of the all the aspiring entrepreneurs. It was just Dhirubhai Ambani’s destiny

Ode to Him

I have never felt this way before, I hate you so much but I hate me more. I didn’t know what had happened but Now that is has, don’t know how to go through it all. You seem happy to be a part of it all, You’ve appreciated it all. But now that u have moved on, I fail to understand was it real or a pretentious game of call. I feel betrayed and abashed in this mess Nothing like what you feel or try to suppress. I feel like an abandoned ship, like a lonely star Without whose help you couldn’t go far Or without its light you were all in the dark. What I hope for isn’t your downfall, Cause God sees and he knows it all. What I hope for the return of power, The same zeal and vigor with once that I stood it all. I ask for the lost feelings to be found. Cause now I am like that mighty bottle tree, So strong so sturdy but so weak deep within. I have grown heartless like the harsh winter, That so mercilessly kills all in its reach, I pray for the spring to bloom In this heart that full of sand dun

Moving On...

As young college goers probably in the 3rd or the 4th year we have crushes – the one person that catches our eye, makes the heart beat faster , arises that shiver in the legs and a feeling of hollowness in the gut. For those who are daring enough they might be able to let their feelings known, while others are ‘knights in shining armor’ for their loved ones in their own world. Now a phase does come by the final year where grades don’t hold as much importance as much as letting your feelings to be known takes a higher priority. If one is lucky enough the feeling might reciprocate else the entire setup with our best pals goes down the drain along with our faith in humanity but most importantly in love as well. Looking back in time today, I believe I was among those lucky ones who did let their feelings to be known; alas, I discovered the next phase of crush because whatever I had imagined about the person turned out to be exactly opposite. Though we are now the best of friends; well not

To the One I like

To the one i like... At first i had a doubt then his friends brought it all out, At first we use to see each other and smilebut now we walk away from a mile. His friends tell me his voice is A.S. sweet A.S. honey, So lets talk or chat as time is money. So if u get what i mean,then lets bridge the gap in between.