life is full of ups and downs .......but as everyone says one has to play its part and the best पार्ट इस that we all play it beautifully।I have almost got everything from life without even asking for it.I am a person who loves to be at her best always .........i mean i am the BEST yaar.....i know i don't need to empathise with that....
ज़िंदगी का हर साज सुरीला होता है............आपने आपने देखना का तरीका होता है॥!!!!!!!
as far as my verdict is concerned ,i have always lived life king size and have no regrets ,honestly.....i have been with people i care for and have always been sorrounded with people who loved me unconditionally.some gr8 friends who by mere presence make me feel as if i am on 7th heaven.....i know i am a emotional fool but u know , this is how God created me . For my family , i am a person who can never turn serious in life but i thing that i have taken live seriously........but again the gap persists..I am blessed by the best of parents I could have asked God for....a baby brother who is much serious and responsible than i am ।
skool was just too cool ..........when ever i walk down the memory lane ,a lot of colour ful pictures start revolving around me.........I had a beautiful life till now...i have always believed in being self-dependent and the last thing i will ask God for is that in my whole life i never want people to help me.........i want to life life for others but on my own values for sure........
the flowers that smile today,tomorrow dies,all that we wish to stay,tempts us and then flies,parting in sweet sorrows ,towards a world so different ,so,let us reconcile and remember ,each other...with all ,love and affection..it may be near when it seems so far,so,stick to the flight when you are hardest hit,when things seem worse,then plz donot quit.the sweetest songs of life ,reminds of the toughest days of struggle ,the pain , the hardship,makes us grow further.....,
poetry and me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i find poetry ,
like a lonesome lover,
lying in a careless corner,
just like dust uniting with dust..................................when was it ,
when i last penned down one,may be earlier ,
some months or a day one....may be one when the pattering rain ,
on the corrugated roof fell down,
and your face through the frosted window glass,had vacantely starred and telling,
DEAR,I WILL COME A DAY SOME!!
that day i thought poetry is dead,and it dried up with my tears.
my love is a tree growing out ...of the years old house,
and the love echos in the fossils emptyness,and the sweet memories wisper...............with love...
Monday, April 7, 2008
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