I should have been born with two tags.. "handle with care" and "use at your own risk"

The worst part was that I trusted you, but the best part was that you broke my trust,, because that is how I know the real you...

I tremble at the idea of you hating me.. not because I want to be loved,, but because if your love, your "friendship", your "goodwill" towards me harmed me so much , how much more destruction can your hatred and maledictions bring... Sometimes I feel glad that you broke my trust, you played with my friendship, because this is how I know you were never worthy of these..

I close my eyes to the world..I wear my sunglasses and like to think that no one can see me, that I am invisible..

what is life after death? may be life is the greatest gift we received from the Almighty,, may be we should be glad to live another day, to wake up and know that we are still breathing..we mourn for those who left us to live, may be there's something more peaceful after death.. or may be there's nothing,, just void.. nobody knows what's in store for us,, but we all live with the hope that whatever happens, happens for some reason "the greater good".. nobody knows what it is though..

"let love find you"..came across this phrase today..really,,its foolish to search for love,, just wait for love and love will find a way to your heart, it will knock on your front door or it will stealthily enter your heart,, and life will never be the same again..it will be definitely better :)

sometimes I wonder if life has been cruel to me,, then it dawns on me that when was it kind to any being? Tears do not bring fear as we know that a new sun, a new day awaits us.. what fears one is the intense happiness life gives before snatching away something or someone essential..

Sometimes, loneliness gives the best company..

what has to come, will surely do, and we will have to face it when it does and we will.

I personally have felt that in Life, our deeds are what we decide to do.. and what we get to face are the consequences of those decisions..

"I fall upon the thorns of Life, I bleed",.. I have no idea how these lines became one of my favorites.. May be the touchy lines and intensity of the grief hidden beneath these lines made it close to my heart.. Sometimes I wonder if these lines make me pessimistic,, as they say "Life is not waiting for the storm to pass, but learning to dance in the rain".. Indeed, Life is what you make of it.. I understood it now, in 2011, after I started reading Robin Sharma books and watching Joel Osteen shows.. but the touchy or pessimistic lines have been my favorite since 2005.. I wonder what I really am today? If these lines make me what I am today or is it the shows I watch and the books I read? I wonder if the world is playing with me or is it my thoughts playing with my heart? Sometimes I think my heart is broken.. sometimes I think I can mend broken hearts.. and I hope to find the answers some day, and I hope "that day comes before I die"..

Life was indeed better when we used to create arguments by just saying the word "katti" and we used to forget them the next day or solve them by just saying the word "abba",, I miss being a kid.. I miss my innocent and honest friends..

Nothing remains forever,, and we all have changed..for good or for bad.. the question is how much stranger are we to our former selves?

why cry if someone stabs you in the back,, be thankful that atleast you did not have to bear looking at his ugly face.. ;)

Life is a roller coaster ride. The ups are too high and the downs are low enough to make us forget about the ups that are in store .

Life is a roller coaster ride. The ups are too high and the downs are low enough to make us forget about the ups that are in store .

One must endure the thorns to get the rose. This is nature.

EvErYoNe AsKs FoR a sMiLe BuT nOoNe UnDeRsTaNdS tHe PaIn It TaKeS tO sMiLe WiTh a HeAvY hEaRt...

You are NOT what people call you, you are what you answer them.

No matter how many days we get to study before exams,its ALWAYS ONE DAY SHORT. :/ :-D

"I fall upon the thorns of Life, I bleed",.. I have no idea how these lines became one of my favorites.. May be the touchy lines and intensity of the grief hidden beneath these lines made it close to my heart.. Sometimes I wonder if these lines make me pessimistic,, as they say "Life is not waiting for the storm to pass, but learning to dance in the rain".. Indeed, Life is what you make of it.. I understood it now, in 2011, after I started reading Robin Sharma books and watching Joel Osteen shows.. but the touchy or pessimistic lines have been my favorite since 2005.. I wonder what I really am today? If these lines make me what I am today or is it the shows I watch and the books I read? I wonder if the world is playing with me or is it my thoughts playing with my heart? Sometimes I think my heart is broken.. sometimes I think I can mend broken hearts..Sometimes I wonder whether I am "the good one" or "the bad one" or am I just insane, paranoid.. and I hope to find the answers some day, and I hope "that day comes before I die"..

Happiness is like the soap bubbles in the air,, we run after them, we try to hold them., to catch them.. but at the mere contact of our skin they burst out,, leaving us empty handed and sad.. but when we silently look at them, our hearts fill with delight, our eyes shine with ecstasy,, and we see a bubble or two silently sit on our shoulder or hand, remain for a second or two,, and then burst,,leaving us awestruck :)

nay, people do not hurt us,,it is our expectations from them that leave us torn..torn between love and hate...

as each day passes.. I grow a bit more,,,and...my dreams go a bit farther..away from me..the utopian life seems to be a downright myth.and the definition of success, obscure...

100 persons will say 100 things, if you listen to all of them when will you listen to yourself???
It doesn't matter what you mean to the world..what matters is what you mean to yourself..

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