Psychedelic Slippers

mat poocho yun ki hua hai kya aaj hum chup hain keh de , to kahin kal tum chup na ho jao . why is it easier to open ur heart out to a stranger, to tel them ur deepest darkest secrets while u face jus the opposite when confrontin a near n dear one. its wrong to lie, to deceive, to cheat, but then everyone does it. Krishna said u can speak a lie, if the lie is going to serve a greater good. i dunno wat greater good is, but i knw that the smallest of lies hav ruined many goods. why is it still difficult to alwes speak the truth? i love you. i dont tell u something for your own good. but u wont take it tat way. u'd feel i am deceiving u, or i dont trust u wholly.... n now i knw m in a fix. It doesn matter if i tel u the truth or dont, either way i lose! i dont see any greater good here, so should i tel u or should i not? i find a story for u that serves the purpose.i promise to tel u the truth, at the right time. i choose to live with u, with a lie on my face n a s

The door's wide open he stands tall amidst the mess his hands full of stuff a bunch of red envelopes, a half burnt candle, -a few broken shells i keep staring at him lost for words he thrashes them n walks away i stand still in the hollow he left behind hoping he will turn back even if to say goodbye

got this smwer on the net... i gues the link is ther in the pic! a poem on pain written by faith! ;)

i dunno i somehow love these snaps............jus thought of puttin them  here.. some parts o fma first day of last year

if days could be classified.. it was a HAPPY DAY today... happy cos i was back in coll. after 3 years its more home than home itself. i was glad to be bac wit everyone. ppl i wanted n din want to be with. i needed coll more than netin els i guess.. we went to roam in the aftnoon.. thats a nice way to start the new sem! (not bunked though. i attended all lecs). it was one of our usual spontaneous lets-go-roaming plans.. with no clue watsoever to wher we are headed to. i really enjoy those... i wonder how many more i hav before they cease to none. that apart, we hogged n reached the shore..(thanks to shera). the tang khichofying, pakovofying and pachkofying contd. after some time before others cud realise, i realised i was quieter. jus then one shreyas commented, ki smtin goes wrong wid me when i come to the shore... may be its true.. bt i wudn call it wrong. nothing goes wrong, bt i jus turn more quiet. i love the sea n the shores... i love the wind over my face, the salty air, that so

thats the way i had been writing diaries since standard 6. "SHEENA" was a name i had given for this most perfect fren neone cud ever have. for the simple reason.. she wud alwes listen without commentin bac. i guess i was in std 5 when we shifted to the city. leaving on the outskirts i had been livin a life which was vastly difft from that at the heart. i had alwes been my brothers shadow there. City life was difft. the one person who helped me in this transition then was Sheena. in the new apartment we shifted to, she was the only person i knew, no wonder i struck a rapport with her. from walkin to school together, to homework, play... we wud spend most of the day with each other. Sheena was the mirror through which i saw everyone around me. She was alwes a pampered kid... used to gettin what she wanted, whimsical, arrogant, stupid too... she never cud manage her tongue even while bluffing.. A total contrast to me.. yet as a friend.. i never found netin less in her. we were t

there are different ways to die.... ur choices can make the difference!

"I wish you wouldn.... "Her words rang through his head. They were visions, of a time where beauty had no bounds. He was young then and she..... They had sneaked away from the eyes of a world that wud never understand them. He turned back to see her. Skimpy shorts and a plain white tee... drops of sweat gathered on her forehead, n rejoiced the reunion as they trickled down her cheek. Wind played with her hair,she took no notice of it. She looked up.. he had almost reached the peak. For a split second their eyes met. She smiled. He wanted to rush to her n feel her in his arms. He waited. He threw a cig betn his lips and searched his pockets fr a match. She caught up wid him. Her gentle hands placed over his, as he held the cig betn his fingers fr the first puff,she drew close to his ears n whispered.. "I wish you wouldn" That was the first time, n in the brief span that they lived together she said it many more times.. many many more times, when he had drowned her wo

Love Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands; how did your lips feel on mine? Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks, the white statues that have neither voice nor sight. I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten your eyes. Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will do me irreparable harm. Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls. I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window. Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting stars, falling objects . pablo neruda