The post is titled so, cos for long its been in the draft with just that title, as I never gave it any. So for a change I thought I’d just let it be that way.
The more selfless it is, the easier it is to feel ‘truly’ good about letting it all go…
I think aloud
I speak my mind
I dont think and speak
I love and let it be known
I dont manipulate in relationships
I dont hide stuff
I am more concerned about the person I love than my own self
I get angry and blabber
I change myself for the person I love
I accept my mistakes
I say sorry and mean it
I persist
I dont have an ego
I dont believe in religion
I believe in working on the problems
I try till I lose
I dont give up easily
I am a hogger for love
I forgive easily
I dont forget ( life would be so damn easy with the absence of this one little thing!!)
I need clarity
I look for reasons
I search for answers
I let people become the center of my happiness
I let people believe I dont have a center of happiness within
I talk a lot
I be myself
I cant have a two face
I believe in complete transparency in relationships
Owning up the responsibility… whatever maybe the consequence have the spine to accept it as your choice !
Dont lie to yourself
dont manipulate
be what you are
Dont regret the good that you did, despite the fact it wasnt treated well
Be a man in this man’s world
Be honest, open and clear of what you think
Take your own decisions and stick to them
and finally….Have faith!!
Awesome dialogue…
jo admi na pyar kar sake na pyar samajh sake usse zyada badnaseeb koi nahi
My dad has been the most forgiving person whom I have met in this lifetime.
I say so not cos he is my dad , but cos I know the amount and height of mistakes and blunders that I have done and the way and ease with which he has forgiven it all and still loved me and taken me in his arms.
If only we could be as forgiving…
When I was lonely, he became my friend
in those dark nights, he was there till the end
There was so much to know, so much to learn
and when it came to resting, we were taking turns
then one night he made me sing
we had no clue what that beginning would bring
anticipation, expectation, such a surprise was instore
on the D-day, we were left asking for more
we hit a hattrick in the very beginning
and its euphoria left us both grinning
was it me longing for someone
or overvaluing that presence of someone
that only time could tell…..
Oh it was lovely, felt so true
with each passing day our fondness grew
a rollercoaster ride could be put to a shame
it would be ‘fun’, initially he did claim
see-saw it seems for long we played
the more we got, the more we craved
When I was low he pulled me up
when he went down, I did show up
I became his lady, he became my man
soon our little love story began
that touch, that smile, that breath was mine
everything he did for me was a bright sunshine
I lit his world, and he glowed in mine
sooner than later we did cross the line
We were happy, thankfully not gay
no matter what time it was, we had so much to say
we giggled, we shared some pathetick jokes
we were painting our lives with varied strokes
we bared our souls to know it all
planned to hang some memories on the wall
he held my hand once on the street
life was bliss, we felt complete
Everything seemed perfect until one day
a storm began, while our house was of clay
we were clueless, werent yet ready
we were beginning to lose strength already
fear and anger were bringing it all down
our story was the talk of the town
he gave up, gave up so soon
while I kept harping our love tune
He needed me and I stood by
what we had built, couldnt just let it die
When love triumphed, what followed was guilt
soon indecisiveness made the balance tilt
I did blunders and he forgot to forgive
Something I would regret as long as I live
voices went down and silence crept in
love was struggling for survival deep within
what was right and what was wrong
the questioning kept growing more strong
I was trying to save as much as I could
Insecurity definitely didnt do any good
so blinded by love, oh yes I was
wanted to do what anyone in love does
persist and wait for the tide to change
my ways, my words he did find strange
one and two the days went by
matching my pace, oh he did try
slowly and gradually we lost love
lost trust, lost faith, and
feelings that he started to shove
its unfair for me to question his stand
I had pushed him to the no-man’s land
I always wanted to see him happy and gay
what I so wished for him, was what I took away
we wanted to walk till the end
but on the way I lost my dear friend
in life you gain some, you lose some
my heart still beats but is now numb
I keep praying and hoping against hope
even while I m going straight down the slope
destiny is what we did try and mould
here’s a true story thats never really been told.
Sued for being emotional !
Guilty as charged.
…I stop being serious in life.
…I start being practical
…I stop being emotional
…I start living in reality
…I stop flying in my dreamland
…I start caring a damn
I think I was most happy in school. I cared a damn. I was a total tomboy. I was a guy amongst guys and gal amongst gals. I was great at what I did, and even if I wasnt, I still felt great. Shally was my bestest friend, and here I am, havent even seen her since she got married. I cared two hoots about what others thought of me. I lived my life on my terms, the way I wanted to. The only time recently I felt those feelings again was when I left my job and went for M.Ed. It was crazy and I broke free. I was glad to have found gunjan and ritika there. I am far more glad that they are still just a call away, otherwise life would have been shitty.
samjha ke dekha
behla ke dekha
dil hai ki chain isko aata nahi…
I wish I had learnt some classical dance form when I so wanted to. I wish I hadnt yelled much at guys in the class and could still be a part of the school choir. I wish I could still look forward to the weekend with as much excitement as I did back then in school. I wish grandma was around, I miss those paranthas on chilly sunday mornings while watching chandrakanta and jungle book. I wish vinnie wasnt married and could still be around everyday to bug me despite me hating her for doing so. I wish I hadnt hurt dad so much. I wish I could listen to songs all day. I wish stars didnt play much with my life…
katra katra milti hai
katra katra jeene do
zindagi hai behne do
pyaasi hoon main
pyaasi rehne do
The wish list seems endless… I feel like the kid in the carnival, who is yet to prioritize and make up her mind about what she wants the most in that carnival of life.
tumhe ho na ho mujhko to itna yakeen hai
mujhe pyar tumse nahi hai, nahi hai
magar mene yeh raaz ab tak na jaana
ki kyon pyaari lagti hai baatein tumhari
main kyon tumse milne ka dhoondun bahana
kabhi maine chaha tumhe choo ke dekhun
kabhi maine chaha tumhe paas lana
magar phir bhi is baat ka to yakeen hai
mujhe pyar tumse nahi hai…
A dash of surprise, a streak of destiny
a lot of spontaneity led a night of mystery
time was dancing on the tunes of fate
words were enticing the guard at the gate
Journey began with expressions galore
fear, excitement, a crazy thought and more
she: heyyy…
he: you take your own sweet time…. what floor?
she: fourth
he: u alright?
she: i think i twisted my ankle
he: yeah…elevators can be hazardous.
here you go….fourth floor. Tell you what…why dont you gimme your number….i’ll hold the lift next time you are in a hurry
she: i…i think i’ll take the stairs instead….its healthier
he: ofcourse it is…and they dont twist the ankles
sooner than later the shield was broken
a stranger wandered in search of the unknown
he: Have you ever been in love?
she: love… the word eclipses a part of my brain
he: Is that a yes?
she: well could be…
he: care for a walk?
she: for a while or a life?
he: ummm…How about a coffee?
whispers of heart deafened the silence within
poles apart yet a lot to pitch in
she: so…u havent quit smoking yet
he: hmm…on and off..
she: why?
he: because no one asked me to
she: hmm…do you still take your dates to ballard pier
he: not unless I meet them in elevators
Pace was anything but slow
while picking the random pieces in the flow
he: Whoa, you’re fast
she: Well I like to come on time
he: hmm… i m proud of you
she: *giggles
he: What?
she: Nothing…Dont you have anything better to play?
he: What!! You dont like this stuff? you want Jagjit singh eh?
she: well…
he: That kinda music dries me up…
she: *giggles
he: you’re such a pervert man!!
Lightening struck once in a while
separating the two realities of life
she: you know what I wanna do when I come over?
he: what?
she: you got instrumental music?
he: ya .. why? wanna torture me with your karaoke?
she: shut up…I want to slow dance with that soft instrumental music in the backdrop. ummm…Me in your arms….
he: You’re crazy!
she: ok tell me…What is the one thing you feel like doing tonight?
he: what do u wanna do?
she: Lie on a beach, gaze at the stars and talk. What about you?
he: I want to forget about today until tomorrow
she: i hate you
It would read…
Ohhh, let me turn on the part of my brain that gives a damn.