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Sunday, May 3, 2015

A Letter From The Love Of Your Life





Hi,
I am the one you've been waiting for since forever now. First things first, I am sorry. Sorry to keep you waiting, sorry that I am making you question your faith in love, sorry that you had to go through all those heartbreaks, and most importantly, sorry for not writing to you sooner.
I know you've been questioning my existence, but trust me, I am right here. I am the one you hurriedly passed by in the metro this morning, the one that Facebook keeps reminding you of adding in the People You Might Know suggestions, the one you met at your friend's party, yes the one who could not take eyes off because you looked beautiful, or the one you met at the mall, I am right here.
I know there have been times when you've been lonely and fed up of waiting for 'the one', when you wanted to give in to temptation, to quick thrills, when you had no one to talk to about your sorrows, and when you felt you had nothing to look forward to
I just want to thank you for being patient, for waiting for me, and for not giving up on love.
But I also want you to know that I am working on becoming a better person. So that by the time I meet you, I am the best version of myself. And I hope you are too.
I can't wait to listen to all your stories from when I was not around, to touch your face and feel your heartbeat, to kiss your forehead, to hold you close and to tell you how long I've waited for this day. But until then, be patient, because I really am just around the corner.  
Yours, 
The-love-you-have-been-waiting-for.

Friday, April 24, 2015

Love is Painful...............


Have you ever loved someone so much that you didn't care if you bled, hurt, or even gave up your soul, if it were for them?

My head throbs a little. I have been staring at the white light too long. My heartbeat is slowing, coming back to normal. My hands, that were desperately clawing at the ground in a pathetic attempt to dim the pain, clench to fists. Muddy nails dig into my palms. The light is obstructed by dark shadows and heavy voices. I am too weak and in pain to tell those voices to quiet down, I can't hear my angel's lullaby.
She is stroking my hair as I stare at the white light- her glowing face. She is so beautiful. She is sobbing slightly, her face contorted with pain and rage.
"I'm so sorry," she says gently, her voice so melodious it sounded as if she sang the words.
I want to tell her to stop apologising. I want to end all her pain, I wish, I wish I could end it all.
My chest aches, almost as if my heart is on fire. The manacles around my swollen, bloody feet no longer hurt as much as they were before- that pain has been overpowered by something else, something in a league of its own. I scream involuntarily, which comes out muffled by the gurgling noises made by my choking on the blood I am coughing out.
"It's time," the voice from the shadows says.
I know enough to know that this is the end.
"Sing to me again," I manage to whisper. She nods and continues with her lullaby. I stare at her beautiful, pained face. Its glow ensnares me. I'd die no other way. Her rosebud lips mouth the words of the song, just as the hole in my heart engulfs my being.
The pain means nothing.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

As days pass by....




A day will come..
when you have to let go off me and brace the one who only be your future. I am preparing myself for that day. I would stand like a rock, but u, you can only see me as a ball of wool winded and soft, but you will never know whats underneath it. The broken pieces of stone those bleed when they try to find retribution but none can see them bleeding, and you will not either. Just as a common eye it will appear as a red sparkle. But its all to face the destiny that keeps us apart. Never to be one soul..
That, and that breaks the stone, shattering into grievous pain.. but only to make it face up those pains,and to illuminate its unity though it remain to fall into pieces, but illusion will not let us see it.. NEVER!! NEVER AGAIN!

Friday, December 5, 2014

LOSING YOU.....




I used to think I couldn’t go a day without your smile. Without telling you, thinking about you and hearing your voice back.
Then, that day arrived and it was damn hard but the next was harder. And I knew with a sinking feeling it was going worse and I wasn’t going to be okay for a very long time.
Because losing someone isn’t an occasion or an event. It doesn’t just happen once. It happens over and over again. I lose you every time I pick up your favourite coffee mug; whenever that one song plays on the radio, or when I discover your old t-shirt at the bottom of my laundry pile.
I lose you every time I think of kissing you, holding you or wanting you. I go to bed at night and lose you, when I wish I could tell you about my day. And in the morning, when I wake and reach for the empty space across the sheets, I begin to lose you all over again.

Thursday, December 4, 2014

TIME FADES...



I feel the end is drawing near,
would time be so kind to slow?
you are everything to me, my dear
you are all i really know.

But as i sit and wait and fear
and watch the hours go----
Everything that happened here
was written a long time ago

Friday, March 28, 2014

Judgemental

A doctor entered the hospital in hurry after being called in for an urgent surgery. He answered the call asap, changed his clothes & went directly to the surgery block.

He found the boy’s father pacing in the hall waiting for the doctor.
On seeing him, the dad yelled: “Why did you take all this time to come? Don’t you know that my son’s life is in danger? Don’t you have any sense of responsibility?”

The doctor smiled & said: “I am sorry, I wasn’t in the hospital & I came as fast as I could after receiving the call…… And now, I wish you’d calm down so that I can do my work”

“Calm down?! What if your son was in this room right now, would you calm down? If your own son dies now what will you do??” said the father angrily
The doctor smiled again & replied: “I will say what Job said in the Holy Book
“From dust we came & to dust we return, blessed be the name of God”. Doctors cannot prolong lives. Go & intercede for your son, we will do our best by God’s grace”
“Giving advises when we’re not concerned is so easy” Murmured the father.

The surgery took some hours after which the doctor went out happy, “Thank goodness!, your son is saved!” And without waiting for the father’s reply he carried on his way running. “If you have any questions, ask the nurse!!”

“Why is he so arrogant? He couldn’t wait some minutes so that I ask about my son’s state” Commented the father when seeing the nurse minutes after the doctor left.

The nurse answered, tears coming down her face: “His son died yesterday in a road accident, he was at the burial when we called him for your son’s surgery. And now that he saved your son’s life, he left running to finish his son’s burial.”

MORAL : “Never judge anyone….. because you never know how their life is & what they’re going through.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

SOLUTIONS-an easy way out

A Father was reading a magazine and his little daughter every now and then distracted him. To keep her busy, he tore one page on which was printed the map of the world. He tore it into pieces and asked her to go to her room and put them together to make the map again.

He was sure she would take the whole day to get it done. But the little one came back within minutes with perfect map……When he asked how she could do it so quickly, she said, “Oh…. Dad, there is a man’s face on the other side of the paper….. I made the face perfect to get the map right.” She ran outside to play leaving the father surprised.

MORAL OF THE STORY:
There is always the other side to whatever you experience in this world. Whenever we come across a challenge or a puzzling situation, look at the other side…. You will be surprised to see an easy way to tackle the problem.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Happiness

Once a group of 50 people was attending a seminar. Suddenly the speaker stopped and decided to do a group activity. He started giving each one a balloon. Each one was asked to write his/her name on it using a marker pen. Then all the balloons were collected and put in another room.
Now these delegates were let in that room and asked to find the balloon which had their name written, within 5 minutes. Everyone was frantically searching for their name, colliding with each other, pushing around others and there was utter chaos.
At the end of 5 minutes no one could find their own balloon.
Now each one was asked to randomly collect a balloon and give it to the person whose name was written on it. Within minutes everyone had their own balloon.
The speaker began— exactly this is happening in our lives. Everyone is frantically looking for happiness all around, not knowing where it is.
Our happiness lies in the happiness of other people. Give them their happiness; you will get your own happiness. And this is the purpose of human life.

Thursday, December 5, 2013

The last chance.........i wish it had never come

In my blurred vision I saw u smile,
But I knew,it was fake;
A last chance to make things fine,
You fought a lost battle to hide your tears

I could not help but to cry like a kid,
Clasping your hand tight;
You embraced me,gave me a hug,
In your arms I felt like being in heaven...

The storm outside was no greater than the in
Tears flowed like rain;
Could not let u go from my arms,
Windy dusk changed to purple cloudy gloom

Memories of the past times I spent with you...
Those shared thoughts...
Those emotions we had for the other...
Your teary eyes,tremb
ling lips had never been better

...And you left,trying hard to draw a smile,
To make me feel you are here;
But I knew,before tomorrow's sun,
My buddy would be leaving me ,already gone...

Monday, June 17, 2013

AfterDeath

Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn’s rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.

I am not there. I did not die.