Budding Life

The Buds are Shy
Shy to Come of the Soft Petals
and Face the life

The Rose on Other Branch is Smiling
"I was also Shy"
But now I am going to Die.

The Buds may be scared
But they have to come out
For the Sun and Rains are showering Life
A Life to Die like the Dying Rose

Good Escape

It was again a Metro Letcher who some how escaped this time.

Not that he ran away...something stopped me from lashing out at him but still i couldnt stop myself and passed a counter comment after which he dug he eyes in his stomach...

But that was not me..I would have done much more..but just some times you dont have energy to give back to non-sense.

And May b I was busy watching a budding love story just beside me.. between two college students...did'nt really hear them...but the girl was blushing with red cheeks and the guy keept peeping into her eyes with a naughty spark in his eyes. That was really cute and they were unaware that their faces are telling it all no matter how much they resisted.

Raining Rains

The weather has taken a sharp turn since last week. U all know why?? But one day i just wondered why is the sky weeping?? or its is mourning over the earth for it could never meet thou. Strange it may sound...but I have never has such an ironical comparison to the rains...i always related them to romantic...blissful..tender and refreshing thunders that just calm down the heat of our daily lives.
My perceptions are changing...Am i changing somewhere....???

Waiting for You Mummy

come soon
come soon
come soon

I experience I Express

I am in a dilema...to laugh or to pity.

My last two blogs have been quiet expressive about certain happenings in the life. but people are too edgy to know what exactly happened. The people who know what is was are numb. and its not just one incident that made me express myself like this, sometimes things just dont look positive in every shpere of life.

But life has taught me to come out of a situation on my own...never depend on others for your happiness...your sorrows and your joys are self created after an extent. So never blame anyone for a sad life.

Life is full of strange things, if i sit down to write all of them, i am sure you would be tired to read them.

I have found You Again

Happiness....Life.... I have found you again....
because today i am Smiling alone.....

Sorry i left you on a stingy lane....
Why didn't You held me tightly enough

You knew I would go far without you
and you will pull me back out of the blue....

i am Quiet ...my pen has stopped

I am Quiet because I have a lot to say but dont want to

I have stopped penning the thaughts because they could stir the storm.

I never imagined a situation that would leave me mute and cold

With a volcano waiting to erupt...i wish the lava doesnt come out.