The thought of you was a dream
A life with you was a fantasy
Still thinking of you is insanity
Forgetting you will be an impossibility
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
The day...
Hell will break loose,
The heavens will fall,
The day I won't think of you,
will never come at all.
The heavens will fall,
The day I won't think of you,
will never come at all.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
I dream...
I dream of the bright stars
I dream of silver moon
I dream of the snow fall
I dream of sand dunes
I dream of the deep oceans
I dream of blue skies
I dream of the frothing waves
I dream of serene valleys
I dream of the huge mountains
I dream of beautiful islands
I dream of the wonderful castles
I dream of green lands
I dream of the rain
I dream of cool breeze
I dream of the universe
and the world within me.
I dream of silver moon
I dream of the snow fall
I dream of sand dunes
I dream of the deep oceans
I dream of blue skies
I dream of the frothing waves
I dream of serene valleys
I dream of the huge mountains
I dream of beautiful islands
I dream of the wonderful castles
I dream of green lands
I dream of the rain
I dream of cool breeze
I dream of the universe
and the world within me.
My Morning Song...
Sleeping in the room,
lost in the dreams.
Was it chirping of the birds
or blaring screams?
Oh God! It's 10
The alarm did not ring
Damn, the alarm
it never rings
But when I check it,
it always sings
Oh God! The time's running
I'm gonna be late
Morning rituals, bath,
5 missed calls!!!
My hair's a mess
The cab driver's waiting down the hall.
Why do people come on time?
Why are they never late?
Breakfast is served
I'm dressed
The cab driver's sleeping
on the car seat mattress.
Don't think 15 mins delay is too long
This is my morning song.
lost in the dreams.
Was it chirping of the birds
or blaring screams?
Oh God! It's 10
The alarm did not ring
Damn, the alarm
it never rings
But when I check it,
it always sings
Oh God! The time's running
I'm gonna be late
Morning rituals, bath,
5 missed calls!!!
My hair's a mess
The cab driver's waiting down the hall.
Why do people come on time?
Why are they never late?
Breakfast is served
I'm dressed
The cab driver's sleeping
on the car seat mattress.
Don't think 15 mins delay is too long
This is my morning song.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
from The Wonder Years
“Over the course of the average lifetimeyou meet a lot of people. Some of them
stick with you through thick and thin.
Some weave their way through your life
and disappear forever. But once in a
while someone comes along who earns a
permanent place in your heart”
“I remember a place... a town... a house like a lot of houses... a yard like a lot of other yards... on a street like a lot of other streets. And the thing is, after all these years, I still look back... with wonder.”
“I guess sometimes the ground can shift between your feet. Sometimes your footing slips. You stumble. And sometimes you grab what's close to you and hold on as tight as you can.”“We had the idea, 'Let's do ”
“Change is never easy. You fight to hold on. You fight to let go.”
The search continues...
"All our young lives we search for someone to love. Someone who makes us complete. We choose partners & change partners. We dance to a song of heartbreak & hope. All the while wondering if somewhere, somehow, there's someone perfect who might be searching for us".
from The Wonder Years
For me, the search still continues. I keep meeting people - some new, some known. An instance of time makes me like someone. Every song of love has a personal touch. But, then there is another instance that makes me feel may be he's not the perfect someone. Then, there are songs of hope. And I keep wondering if there's someone, somewhere perfect for me. The life goes on, but my search for the perfect someone still continues...
from The Wonder Years
For me, the search still continues. I keep meeting people - some new, some known. An instance of time makes me like someone. Every song of love has a personal touch. But, then there is another instance that makes me feel may be he's not the perfect someone. Then, there are songs of hope. And I keep wondering if there's someone, somewhere perfect for me. The life goes on, but my search for the perfect someone still continues...
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