the floodgate of feelings:)

<3 ...every once in a life, we get that one person, who reflects back on our every action, reaction and words. i found that person three years back. you came to me in form of a best friend, an angel sent down from heaven,  someone sent to guide me right, to be there for me each night, to care for me, and to act  not like a shadow, but merrily, a mirror I was the barren land and you were its first dandelion when I went silent,   you became my words, when I closed my eyes, you opened yours wide, when I felt myself slipping away,   you held on tight and when I fell in the darkness of despair,   you were the only light I still remember,   the way my hope had once shattered and the way you collected it and saved it from going to tatters the way you willingly offered your luck when I lost mine and the way you gave your heart even when I broke yours outright but my angel always remember that no matter what i do, or say i st...

Isn't it amazing, how that one person can mean so much, the way the same person, who makes you cry the most, could make you laugh the hardest too...! Isnt it weird, how we can smile so much, when the others are so sad ever wondered how when one person dies, another arrives ever realized the way there is a day and a night the way there's heaven and hell ! the way things end, but always with a beginning... the way there is life and death ..devils and angels  ...tears and smiles... ever considered how the summer is always replaced by the winter, and the sun always by the moon! how some people have a thousand enemies, but then have that one friend, who  is worth those thousands. we are living at a delicate balance, its not always about reaching the sky, but sometimes, we gotta look down, and realize that, we can get tired of flying one day... life is like a seesaw, you got to bala...

Liberating his grip, he watches it fall away; watches the petite granules of time flow away with the wind, sees them getting caught here and there, everywhere but him. He is loosing her, feels her crumbling away...and the harder he holds on, the more it flakes off! Blinded by fate’s sharp turns, he was left alone, with nothing to think, nothing to loose, nothing to feel, but her unattainable presence. he walked along the path clueless, not knowing where to go, not knowing what to do, what to look ahead to and what to wish! It’s a trail leading him through the graveyard of his memories, and he walks wordlessly. no one knows the storm inside no one knows the battles he fight no one knows its he, who was left behind It had all come back, what he forever wanted had returned to him, what he wanted to hear was finally heard by him, what he wanted to see was finally seen by him, but he lied there feeling less! Not knowing how to answer...! he is so used...

Thinking of a happy place I am trying to escape, This life’s fast pace But my mind is in disgrace I feel so misplaced Forgot what I started with, forgot my base And now I hesitate I frown and I hate I want to find an opening  I want to find your face But I think its too late Because, Though all this time I have been, Trying to erase. And all this time I have been, Trying to replace But you have left me so dazed I am so lost in this maze I want to find an opening,  I want to find another way Because I get stuck halfway When I think about those days And feel you slip away I want to have the old you But then I see you go your way I am desperate to find an opening To find an exit gate. p.s: i know this piece is a little raw, but i tried so hard to fair it out, it didnt work, i guess words aren't enough to describe how i really felt while writing this.

the cold keeps meeting her halfway the night slowly crawls, over her bright days and though the sunlight breaks away, she walks,obliviously, carrying her broken faith her stilted smile still remains without a droplet from her eyes  she drenches, in the rain she is so dispassionate and stultified yet she doesn't complain she makes up her mind, not to turn back decides to leave it all behind and prepares to combat but as a vestige of memories, suddenly break, and enter her mind refuses to give in but; her heart surrenders and she unwillingly drifts away again, to all that she still remembers

hey guys em back again finally done with exams and school stuff...:) last night i went over this massive argument with my dad about the "youth" nowadays...dad said they used to be more productive in " his days "...and i was like "no they weren't, because in your days, all they used to be productive about was about THEIR lives, not others"...he completely disagreed, saying that the youth today is very disobedient and rude, he told me that if I was the youth from " his days "..then i wouldn't have argued about this point" <roll eyes> that comment just fumed me up, and agitated i realized that i just HAD to vent everything out here! because the question of the X generations regard for their elders doesn't merely get answered by a simple "yes" or "no" ... in fact this global argument can never be fully satisfied unless we look at it from all dimensions! Sure i do find a lot of teenagers lacking...

everything starts to spin,  she smiles..and her heart laughs out in glee... "finally a change, finally death has taken out its time to knock on her door" with that thought, darkness encases her, and she falls...  ...conciousness regained... she wakes up to find tears in her eyes she cries to see... no angels by her side; she cries out loud... because she cant forget; she cries so hard... because she regrets; she wishes it to end desires the broken heart to mend she yearns to die inclines to escape... the sullen goodbye;  she wishes him to be her strength again rather then just a weakness... that drives her insane...! upon waking up,she starts to weep, because maybe, when she fell in the deep slumber, she didn't really want to wake up again. when faith turns to distrust care turns in oblivion smiles change in despair minutes become hours when tears burn in anger and promises beco...