To find is to lose…
To lose is to retain…forever.
To dream is to miss out…
To miss out is not to have dreamt.
To ask is to never get…
To never get is for never having asked.
To wait is to wait eternally…
To move on is to never meet again.
To talk is to listen…
To never talk is to listen…all the time.
To want is to know…
To know what you never wanted to know.
To run is to hide…
To hide is only meeting the other self.
To be is to think…
To think how you cannot be yourself…
The bestest feeling in this world is to talk and talk and talk to someone you have loved for ages and met after a lifetime... :)
I know not why, but I feel happy. Arre kyon yaar? Who knows?…for sure that is…May be its this or may be its that…may be its my salary approaching, or may be it’s the new season of the English Premier League…may be its being back with friends (the most probable one I guess…), or may be it’s the new bag! Who knows…for sure that is…but I want this feeling to last forever…so much like the stupid me! well, is anything meant to last forever?…may be yes !who knows...for sure that is! :)
Be yourself….
Be yourself…..
Be yourself…..
Be yourself....
Okay, wait!
Uncertain, moody embers
Like uncertain truths and promises…
Waiting to ascertain their tired lights,
A tame hope of a new-born future
Wrapped in hazy dreams...
Still unraveling, sorting knotted sorrows
Following all those gray, cloud-borne roads
Leading to your shrouded, sad abode…
Cold mornings and colder dawns,
Meeting and melting before the Sun,
Arriving…with the smell of the eucalyptus.
The first glance of the day
Wrapping you with warm assurance,
A cup of brown, deep coffee,
Carrying sweet silent promises for the day…
Half words and half questions…
Silently shared and shifted under the bed…
And the happy blanket drawn again
Adieu Reality!
Of a paralyzed, gray love…
To find is to lose…
