there isn't any one to listen..there isn't any place to fly...there isn't any way to get outthere aint no more space...you think you'd have someone waitingyou feel there is something at the endyou come to know its just what to thought but...there aint no space its all shut...None is perfect in this worldnone likes to cry on their ownnone ever wants to ba hated and yetthere

What the hell is freedom..or perhaps what the "heaven" is it?Freedom ain't being totally free,When you get lost in the crowd...Freedom ain't separation of the thread off the kite....To get lost in the currents of the wind..sometimes, It feels better to be restricted..Wasn't the Kite much free with the thread tied on

I woke to the steps you took..the sound of the drag,that you cause to your feet..the voice that carries your words,as sounds to my ears..you were my alarm,i snooze u out with the harsh words down,still u' be right backto the service at my bed..i say u this i call you that..u never mind.. cause u made me a bratyou darling sweety pie..talks things that u know, she'll just lie..u

well...every point in life..deserves a questiona question which carries millions of answers...a question which arises million others..a question none would ever have thought of... a question which everyone hesitates to ask..thats life...a question of all questions..a question whose answer none has found as yetsome say there is no answer at all... and some feel the answer is

I was working in the workshop..when i saw these golden bugsa cute lil familythe mother trying had to get out of the sealed windowwith he kids on its edge trying their level best with theirimmature body.. undefined.the mom just tries climbing up...through the window just openedfalls...and in 5 more minutes..the family moved.. or migrat

I'm still on the trail of self discovery... But for now.. i could manage saying these...Grown up to be a brat.... The realization of self, vitally plays a part in the life of a mere, just self-realized, fallen angel,.... making her.... live her life.... with lots of hurdles.... "girna zyaada.. kam samhalna..!!... and so the brutishness is turned to be a bit..... "girly".I

I tot i saw a putty cat.. I diiid I diid chaw a putty cat..!!!There's this new member into our DJAD campus..the kitten... she's cute.. adorable and what else... a white cat.. not even half foot tall...walking majestic..(though she's scared of stangers)....attatched and too cuddly wuddly..She walks as if to conquer the world.. her claws clutches on your finger and she tries

Hope You've heard of the new band in the street... "the script"??the genre being indie... the music's just fresh....Man they Rock....well i just happened to listen to a few of their tracks.. and this post is on... The track.. "The man who can't be moved"This was one awesome track which moved my heart...  something that makes me feel his pain..:)well it goes like...The

"I never knew you should wish when you see a shooting star... and ever since i knew... i never found one to wish.. and when i saw... there was no wish in my mind.. :)"After a long day of rendering....and some hot coffee and.. some "bakwaaz" talks with friends.... Boof....the power went off.... we all left out.. check'd "Man the sky's clear..!!!!!"We rushed to the Car park..

I stand.. right here...looking through the empty corridor...through the concrete slits.. enchanted by the views.. and deeply drenched in the thoughts...Perhaps god was painting then..!!!The wonderful patter of splash.. in clouds... It was like... a kid who just jumped on the water on the road... the freedom of the droplets of splashing water.. the refreshing touch of it on

ever noticed....Somethings in life.. are never considered important....like... what i noticed 2 days back..walking down on the ramp..I just trembled down my stepsone step front and up, my eyes see the clouds..Just one single star shining bright..I look at it as it moves my way..I go ahead it goes ahead of me...seemed, 'twas challenging me.."catch me if you can"I walk backways..to

I'm still not sure of what should be my next line here..But one thing is for sure.. mind being free... anything the fingers do are just so great...Today,i was just sitting on the table in the canteen, with a chosen friend... silence in the air... a small hole in the asbestos sheating behind me letting a tinge of the sunlight on my blue kurta, making it shimmer at a point...

Its a new lesson everyday...A few minutes to a few hours of simple chat or just a harmless talk...a journey into each other's past.. Man... its got a hell of truth hidden...It aint easy to know a person so soon... so is it tough to judge someone and trust...Who knows the one you trusted had told all the intimate secrets you had told them to another person who they think is

so, Today...Hmm.. just another normal day..naah... somethin should be special...yeah work.. a bit of work and lot of play.. maketh you tired..Blog's on the ways decorated..Bottom line... "mother nature's showers of blessing pour down on me.. chilling my spirits and the anger... and part two.. Pulling down self esteem which already is in a ragged clothing altogether

So this being my first post in this Blog...I'd like to confirm myself what is this totally gonna be...This aint no love letter.. for lost love.. lush.. crush etc., etc., nor is it moods of my own inside which is not reveal'd.. but is a blog on..The space around me..The chaotic space around me..The seemingly ordered, chaotic space around me.. The people oriented.. seemingly