It's strange how people give up on you within weeks of promising that they will always be there..
and it's just sad that promises are destined to break
and when you had finally believed in that one promise
someday you give up on yourself too...
and it's not about love, it was never..
it is, at times, about barren hopes and a bleak tomorrow...

Of all the things you said I couldn't do

forgetting you has been the easiest...

I will love you like the desert burns along the sun when they are together,
and when you will be gone,
just like every one else,
I will cry for you like the snow that melts at the first hint of summer...
and hoping that you'll be back
I will miss you like the clouds lose themselves when it rains...

The moment when you realize no one understands, no one ever did, no one ever will.
You were alone, you always will be.
But may be, just may be, someone will look upto you someday. And when they do, remember to hide those tearful eyes, to smile and to say - "look, life's so good." :-) 

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..

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..

May be it needed a mention.
.
may be she expected his message..

may be he waited for her gesture..

Nay, it wasn't late..


but they could no longer wait..


and eons hence, with them played fate..

I had you as my nightmare
and I'm glad it's over
it's funny and strange
how you still manage to scare me
it's a blessing that
I don't let the fear show
and maybe someday
I'll walk past you
as strong as I pretend to be
and live, for once, fear-free
and may be that day
you will have me
as your nightmare..

I don't miss you, not at all.. What I miss is the way I was, when with you .... :-(

I miss those days when listening to songs never reminded me of you...

now it's just me, the songs, your thoughts and our memories..

Tomorrow when you will look back, you will find no trace of me, as till then I will be long lost in the bed of thorns you built for me yesterday on which I am lying TODAY..

Happiness is not a boon gifted only to the "lucky" ones,.. it's a choice they made..

It's a lie when we say we cannot live without something or someone.. It's possible to live in any condition..all you truly need is oxygen

sometimes allowing someone to know you too well is giving him the ax to rip your heart apart...

Waiting was never the difficult part,
it's the trembling of faith upon waiting too long that makes it so difficult to have the patience. ..

Dreams~

You never know when to give up on them..

you never know when they give up on you.
.
and you realize it only when they leave you feeling lonely

 and miserable..

if someone trusts another person, isn't it a wee bit of the 

other person's responsibility to respect the trust and not 

break it??

Waiting was never the difficult part,
it's the trembling of faith upon waiting too long that makes it so difficult to have the patience.

In order to give happiness , you have to be truly happy yourself while doing it..
or else all that you will be left with is a score card of what you did for others and what they didn't do for you...

Sometimes, being brutally honest means nothing more than hurting the other person...