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Hi , welcome again. You know.... Compan y of someone special really makes us a good person, it makes us do things in a better way, or in some cases it makes us do things while earlier we were all lone, and detached from outer world. After a quality of time together, we find ourselves into that person, and into some good things we never want to stop doing, including being with that very person . Now we talk to them like filling out the slam book , like they question a drop & we answer with ocean, and we totally not aware of how silly we are being, how “ at risk ” we are. Immature is fine, can be helped, but must avoid going insane. We've raised our ( imaginary ) relation with that person so damn high , that if we fall from there we'd die of depression and anxiety & don't know what else, it'd just shatter into pieces of something that was made so fine and eye catching with those little pats of kindness . Now we are in deep fear of ending up there, s...

Every morning when I use to walk to school, see you with your friends pass by in a car, I only dreamed of having, always gave a picture that how sorted and happy your life is. While in school you were so carefree, to my so-called taught manners smoking, drinking and stuffs were bad, but watching you do that, didn’t feel so wrong. With passing time, I found myself falling for a person who was bad and manner less according to my ‘ so-called ’ manners. I guess it was so because, I was watching you enjoying life. While here with those manners I’ve been taught to follow, my life was a misery, a kind of burden. I wished to live the way you do, but I was so scared to step out of my manner-boundaries . So, eventually, I fell for a person ‘they’ won’t accept. The wrong felt so right. You were good looking, and for sure I did know, you had lot of guys hooking on to you just for that ‘ lust-thing ’. I bet nobody had a genuine feeling, it was just your body to them. And words spread so fast, fa...

Here’s an usual thing that keeps happening now and then, but there’s something unusual too… Mornings were sunny , when you use to wait for me to get to school, I use to get both of us into trouble by running late every time, and we both get scolded almost every time. Afternoons were warm but comfortable , when you use to keep the table unoccupied for me, even if you find yourself into a quarrel for that. Evenings were cold and dark, but with you taking me to that favorite park of mine, walking a mile with me, even if your legs hurt in sleep, with you in dark I felt bold . Nights were quiet and shush , but with you helping me out with homework and getting this lazy ass to do tons of homework with that ease, shush were meaningful than a meaningless clatter . That immature childhood , with maturity of care, compassion, empathy, affection , and childhood with maturity of clueless love , we carved plans for future. I always wanted to own my a café, which you helped me to build ...

Each time I know you a bit more, I admire you a little more & with all regards I find myself farer from the fact that one day i'll lose you. The fact became reality, we lost each other, but the mutuality we had, won't fade, those thing's, feelings we use to share, won't fade. But we sue to ' the fact ' and walk different paths, we keep wondering, thinking about that one step that gone wrong and we ended up here, we keep wondering and wondering and wondering, the moment we spent together were so damn real to end up being a lie, but I know it wasn't a lie, you know it wasn't a lie, we know 'us' wasn't a lie, it was the most perfect truth I've lived.  After lots of thoughts in all directions, we ended up blaming karma, destiny, and all kind of senseless reasons. But somewhere, just somewhere apart from these solitary self of us, somewhere within these senseless reasons, somewhere far from all discomforts, looking at the deep dark ...

Here's a small story, its more of a thought I had lately which I thought I should be sharing... Don't forget to comment your thoughts... :) . . Life’s a stage, where we all entered alone, Some are sweet, some sour, they laugh & moan. Tonight, we have a costume contest, All were wearing witches and monster’s. Passing through the lobbies, where I carved my hobbies, Somebody put their arm across my shoulder. Said ‘ Tonight is costume contest, didn’t you know ’, Adding, ‘ look, I got Frankenstein, what about you? ’. Said ‘ why you are not trying the contest? ’, I said, ‘ because, I have no costume. ’ A thought passed my mind, so quick it did wind. In this world of fakes, For one’s sake, Some costume we make, For other, a different one we take. The wardrobe one I have is full, Some are synthetic, some natural as wool, I don’t know, where I get more, I can’t dump old, some are special, some chore. Well, I entered the stage with no suit, They gazed so...

When My Thoughts Rhyme . Before you read, i guess you should know 'aegis' is a kind body armor...  Here you go, don't forget to comment and share if you like it . . . What have we seen...? What have we been...? The beauty of eternity, Locked away, covered by our sins... We live for own sake, For own pleasure, for own good, The devil it holds, the human it rinse... The good we do, yet Sometimes, little evil we sue... People often say, "there is no humanity left", Well, it never left, neither gave-up on us, Like mid-day moon, unseen but there, solid as aegis Sometimes we find it hard accepting, As the people we lean upon & glad of having, It happens to be not mutual, a little tremble is all to see, But this is life, way of living... Finding the human we lost, the path... The path might be freezing, you may end up sick,  Here's for the one who dream, as foolish as they may seem, It...

When you love someone, you want to fight for it, you want to put everything at stake, and you just do it . Sometimes against the world, sometimes you fight with yourself, sometimes with them. But what about when I just want to stop. What about when I just want to love , either i am sick of 'fighting things'or i am fond of love , I don't know, but sometimes, I just ignore the stuffs I feel can invoke a fight, just to avoid a fight. Sometimes i don't want to clear the mess just because, anything but a fight is what i don't want . I just want to make myself understood, i want to clear the mess, but i drown them off. Sometimes I want to speak up, when i can't say it on the face so text helps, but ' the backspace ' understands more than he do, it keeps my secret. All I say is " I love you " & yeah, it's a dawn, it could have been a dawn in hell but it ain't. I walk pass, love is absolute , I walk quiet, love is glorious . All t...