This is the story of me when I was a kid,
Story of my heart, which wanted to fly,
Fly like small jet birds along the multicolored sky,
Something inside wanted to befriend others creating a pattern,
And a brave heart with some true colors meant to scatter,
A resting branch of a lonely tree,
From where the view was a little dim and bright mostly.

This is the story of me when I was a kid,
When my dreams vibrated along with my imaginations,
And standing on the ground I used to fly...

FLY LIKE SMALL JET BIRDS ALONG THE MULTICOLORED SKY.

PISSED OFF

I MET FEW HERE THAT HAVE THE SUCKED OFF HABIT OF SHITTING (i.e. talking) BEHIND PEOPLE'S BACKS. SUCH CYNICAL A.H. ARE NOT AWARE OF SOMETHING THAT THEY ARE BOUND TO REMAIN AT THE BACK THROUGHOUT THEIR LIFE.

GUTLESS D.HEADS.


reasputin

A WASTEFUL :P DAY...

I woke up and had a bath, left for the office, arrived at the office and sat down... surfed the net.... went out for sometime.... came back....sat again.... had a chat with my friends and colleagues...had food and then went out....again came back and am still surfing the net...

SOMEONE SAID "IDLE MIND IS DEVIL'S HOME"... I think it is "WORLD WIDE WEB'S DOMAIN". LOLZZZ

SCAR FACE

Impulsive changes I supposed,

Were the weakening of the thoughts,

My face bore some scars,

With an abrupt chaotic heart.

There was a scream to call for my worth,

And a dream to be the world,

Met a few who laughed,

And even some who did care,

Walked the lane destined for me,

That ended up here.

It was a place alike,

Which did feature in my dreams,

But the blue image was unforeseen,

As it bore some scars I have never seen .

MISSING MY BABY KITTEN!!

I am missing my cat. It is 3 days and I haven't seen her. My work takes me away from her but the days we are together are the ones I wait for the entire week. Where is she now? I don't know but hope she comes back soon. Need to hug her and kiss her.

I love you Taaraa.

;)

I LOSE,
I LOSE,
I LOSE,
AND THEN I GET UP,
AGAIN TO LOSE.... ;)

THOUGHT!!!!

Is it some kind of fun or distress? The life is so misshaped and the pattern it follows is too debatable. Ponder into the matters and you will get scrutinized to such an extent that the life will never seem fructuous any more.

The fear lurks and we remain unconscious till it attacks.

DECAYING OF LOVE... SAVE IT!!!

It is not about how you want your love to shape your future but about how you can shape your love's future. In the long run we tend to forget the promises which we made to each other and more that that the ones we made to ourselves before falling in love.

As the day passes and few seasons change, the selfish nature which has been haunting man kind since its generation overtakes. Anything grows with time but love starts decaying. It is not that we no more love but we suddenly seem to hiding the most wonderful feeling in the closet we have made inside our heart.

The soul cause for all the broken relations which can never be reformed as once broken a knot appears and the knot always behaves as an obstacle, the one which can never be avoided.

So don't let the love decay... let it grow... let your promises be alive in you loved ones and then when the promises will reflect as tears of happiness, life will be more comfortable and worth living.

STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING!!

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

- Robert Frost