Bye one more time.

I have done this before and yet it feels new.The room looks like a mess that I have made before and yet it seems intimidating.I know an hour down I will be all packed.Some thing doesn’t want me to.The more I delay it the more time I am here.Once packed I would be ready to go.

So much for organisation.Why don’t I follow my fool proof plans. They bore me. Not nice. I am confused happy scared excited troubled and calm all at the same time. What a state to be in.

I know I will never do this again, but I will be back to this place.It is wonderful to know that in all this uncertainty this place will always be there for me to come back to.

But for now.I have to say good bye.To this place, the people, the city. And the phone rings again.

When the sun shined upon me.

I haven’t known a love so pure.

I don’t have needs, I don’t have a care. What is mine I know will stay.

Every passing moment is a testimony, of my blossoming love, writing this affair’s destiny.

I feel no fear, I need not hold back. To keep my love I need no knack.

That which is mine, will always be. I haven’t known a love so pure. I haven’t known a happier me.

Brutal truths.

This might hurt you now, but it will prevent you from getting hurt again and again.

Yes you are allowed to hate me.I will understand.

Fireflies…Faith Hill.

Before you met me I was a fairy princess
I caught frogs and called them prince
And made myself a queen
And before you knew me I’d traveled ’round the world
And I slept in castles
And fell in love
Because I was taught to dream

I found mayonnaise bottles and poked holes on top
To capture Tinker Bell
And they were just fireflies to the untrained eye
But I could always tell

Cause I believe in fairy tales
And dreamer’s dreams
Like bedsheet sails
And I believe in Peter Pan
And miracles, anything I can to get by
And fireflies

Now before I grew up I saw you on a cloud
And I could bless myself in your name
And pat you on your wings
And before I grew up I heard you whisper so loud
Well life is hard and so is love
Child, believe in all these things

I found mayonnaise bottles and poked holes on top
To capture Tinker Bell
And they were just fireflies to the untrained eye
But I could always tell

Cause I believe in fairy tales
And dreamer’s dreams
Like bedsheet sails
And I believe in Peter Pan
And miracles, anything I can to get by . . .
And fireflies
And fireflies . . .

Before you met me I was a fairy princess
I caught frogs and called them prince
And made myself a queen
And before you knew me I’d traveled ’round the world
And I slept in castles
And fell in love
Because I was taught to dream

Thought for today.

Love is in the air!..But is there any in your heart?

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Once upon a time..:In 55.

Her biggest crush in school.

She notices.He notices.

An acquaintance is made.

Endless conversations later, lover or confidante?

She didn’t know. Until he confessed his love.

For her best friend.

A friend in him is better than nothing of him.She tells herself.

A stronger happier person she moves on..

Awaiting her own fairly-tale.

Quote of the week!

I’m learning real skills that I can apply throughout the rest of my life … Procrastinating and rationalizing.

Quote—Calvin and HobbesBy Bill Watterson.

Song of the week.

Ashq bhi muskuraaye tum jo mile mil gayi hai zindagi
jard the pedon ke saaye bejaan thi bin tere ye zindagi

Ashq bhi muskuraaye tum jo mile mil gayi hai zindagi
jard the pedon ke saaye bejaan thi bin tere ye zindagi

Haan abh talak jo dkehte the haan ye mera woh khwaab hai
phir bhi dil kyon na jaane bechain hain betaab hain
bechain hain betaab hain

Maine yeh socha na tha dil ki dua rang laayegi
aaisa kabhi bhi ho paayega tu rubru lehraayegi

Jhaank  le aankhon mein mere deewangi aabaad hai
phir bhi dil kyon tumhara bechain hai betaab hai
bechain hai betaab hai

Phoolon pe shabnam thami yeh kiske intezaar mein
sun keh rahi hum bhi  yunhi bheege rahe khumaar mein

Abh talak jo dekh teri haan yeh mera woh khwaab hai
phir bhi dil kyon na jaane bechain hain betaab hain
bechain hain betaab hain

Ashq bhi muskuraaye tum jo mile mil gayi hai zindagi

Song from Bas Ek Pal

A day in my life..in 55.

Independance…A forte
Unassuming…Beckoning trait
Tired..No reason
Scared…The expectations
Lost…Past love
Sad…Some times
Seek…An anchor
Loyalty…In books
Bravado…Defence mechanism
Needs…Very limited
Desires…An end
Love…A fantasy
Settled…Distant dream
Tread…Bare feet
Weak…My support
Defeat…Constant war
I am not done with me yet.

P.S. I love you: In 55.

“Lets meet up for coffee”.” I have to tell you some thing.”

“Can’t wait.”

This time it will be I love you too.How could I not see he is perfect.My oldest friend.

“I am in love.”

“I know.”

“You do?”

“Haven’t I always?”

“You have, only this time she loves me too.”

” Meet Ria.”