May be I find more comfort in melancholy than in love or romance... may be I will never be able to finish what I started... yet I hope that this night be a long one.. things will be different from tomorrow

Nay, you don't throw away those misplaced beads.. you find them, pick them up and make a new necklace.. probably not as beautiful as you imagined..but wearable nevertheless.. 

I loved you then
I love you still
the heaven knows
I always will ...

"Nostalgia"

How often we use this word reminiscing about the past - our childhood, school days, college days.. 

We feel nostalgic, we dwell in the memories of the past, we talk about how great those days were and how we would do anything to just go back in time and live those days again..

Perhaps we fail to realize the fact that tomorrow we will say the same things about today, about the days we are living in now, about the emotions we are feeling now, about the time we are spending now..

I love this day. I love this weird feeling I feel today. I belong here.

It will be foolish not to get your heart broken, even once.
For having a broken heart makes you realize the immense capability it possesses
to mend and heal itself and to love far more intensely,
with every affixed piece of it that was once broken and torn apart..

Someday soon
I will forget you too..
Like in the day we seldom remember the starlit sky no matter how much more amatory it is than the ruthless Sun..
For the Sun promises to shine everyday
while the stars sometimes are hidden by those treacherous clouds..
and they tell me to embrace loneliness,
for it is real, it promises to be with you everyday
while you will be far away forced by the treacherous truth called 'distance'

I think it's incomparably sweet when someone writes something for you.. 
even if it doesn't rhyme or even if it isn't very amorous.. 
even two lines of hatred written for you acknowledges the fact that someone spent a little of his time thinking about you.

It was either the chaos of a crowd of thoughts or the silence of solitude... nothing in between.. 

All your life you gape at that one doll in the store. You know you want it, to hold it, to touch it, to play with it. But when you finally get that perfect doll you just can not let it out of its safe packaging for the mere fear that you might break it, for you have seen others do..