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.