Thoughts,
At times drift away . . .
Words,
Sometimes slip off . . .
But,
My silence is calm and quite !
Never changing . . . Never driftinG . . .!

What should i understand . . .???

Has it resided in me forever!!!
Has it rooted up deep in my heart...!

Questions went unanswered . . .

Is it telling me,many things silently. . .
Or, Am I not listening???

do u believe????????????

Heyy is it true dat there happens an invisible conversation between those who love each other deeply . . . ?

I have always fancied reading books in which lovers sit together saying nothing . . . still sharing their thoughts via what we call as this psychic conversation or whatever u call it . . . I never believed it until I experianced it . . .

When i stayed away from my mom for about 4 years,(with my grandma) she used to call me everyday . . . certain times she calls me just to ask if im worried or do i ve any problem . . . i used to say "nothing" . . . but the fact is that each time she calls up to ask that, i would be having some sort of problem thats hurting me . . . i dont know how she could sense it . . . still i ignored, calling it as a mere intuition. . . but all of sudden my grandma fell ill and i was left alone . . .and it happened to me dat whenever my grandma's condition worsened i could sense it via nightmares even if she was away. . .maybe its coz she is the one i love the most . . .i even dreamt her death on the night she passed away . . . still i could sense some sort of unknown pain and happiness at times without any reason . . . may its all because of what she feels in heaven . . . may b that pain and happiness is hers . . .

so now i do believe in those invisible thread of relation . . . do u????? . . .have u experianced it anytime????

Walking down the street,

Through that same path,

Where I walked once . . .

Not alone, like now!

But together, sharing jokes,

Giving away the 'fives',

Punching each other hard enough,

Ruling the world...!!!

Now I'm walking down here once again,

Sharing loneliness,

Giving away my bliss,

Punched hard by those tears,

Memories ruling my world . . .!!!

Yeh Hai Youngistan Meri Jaan....!!!

Yesterday I had an evening walk with dad. Just to have a break, we decided to have a coffee from our favourite coffee shop.

I saw an old man (may be older than my grandpa) sitting on the foot path. He was really weak and i noticed that he was trembling. I sat watching him closely. Then a group of youngsters passed him; one of them was holding few 10 Rupee notes. He lowered the money to that old person(I must say I was terribly impressed). I saw a smile blooming on his wrinkled face; i was able to recognize the immense happiness and hope in his tired eyes. He raised both of his hands as if like receiving a treasure.

But suddenly that youngster swished those notes in air skillfully and put it in his pocket, all others started laughing. It almost shocked and hurted me that i wasnt even able to swallow a drop of my coffee.. It took him sometime for his smile to fade away and realize he was being fooled.

I dont know what they thought about themselves....I really dont know....

Silence could create magic,
If from the bottom of the heart!


A smile could make us weep,
If from a nostalgic memory!


A pain could bring us bliss,
If for a dear one!


I could love you truly,
If the word 'if' doesnt exist!

MY chweeeety......

this is ma sweetest sis(cuzn)....love her so much.......really naughty, talkative,cute....etc...etc...

her smile is all i need to refresh ma day............

I'm in LOVE...!

I'm in love with those rain drops,
Which were never mine . . .

They dived in vacant air,

They travelled miles and miles . . .

They swayed with the wind thay hugged them tight . . .

They were frightened by the barks of thunder . . .

Still they flew down . . .and down,

With a dream of something far cherishing . . .

When they saw the smiles of those flowers that swayed with breeze ,
Their hearts thrilled with ecstasy . . .

They tried to stay in air to see once more;
To see the lovely world they've never been . . .

They wished if they were hung in the wind . . .

But down . . .down . . . they flew . . .

And splashed on the dry earth,
With a fluttering dream that ne'er came true . . .

I'm in love with these raindrops,
And will always be . . . !