think!!!

he looks at u
u look at him
he smiles
u smile back
he comes to u
kneels down
n says..."i love you"
what do u decipher???
love at first sight..
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desperation?????????

A NEW START...

its been a while i've cleaned my desk,
a while since i dumped those scrapes in the waste paper bin,
a while since the blots of ink were wiped away,
a while since i turned from page 226 to 227,
a while since i made blue marks on white paper,
but now i plan to do it all again...

and so on...

The life is a stage. Everyone comes here, plays his part and moves backstage. There are no rehearsals; every performance is the final one. Some play their roles smoothly, some keep on making blunders; some are always perfect from the very beginning. Why always this pressure for perfection? Why not leave me to play my part freely? People expect that I would always be the perfect one, rather cover up other’s imperfection with my smooth finish. Nobody ever considered the fact that I too am a human being, prone to making mistakes and learning from them. I am supposed to be the good girl, the benevolent fellow, the generous friend, the understanding partner and so on…

I should be the faultless possession my owners would like to flaunt and display in front of others. I am supposed to behave like the machine which should operate faultlessly just because it was tagged by a brand and came in with a lifetime guarantee and so on...

I have never been allowed to be myself. I had been just like the water which had continuously been transferred from one vessel to another. The vessels never changed themselves for me; I had to change myself for them. I went with the flow shaped me according to circumstances and and so on…

 I have been stabbed again and again, front, back, everywhere, but I could never cry out “et tu brute” coz mine was never a Brutus, it was “brutuses” and so on...

Have I learnt to endure, or have I become indifferent? Have I tried to exaggerate my pains, or has fate tried to exaggerate itself through me and so on...

cant think of a title...

time has been
playing tricks with me off late, n u r just another martyr to it. i am
going through a very rough phase in lyf. whenever i look around, i see nothing other than
hopelessness. there are tiny flecks of light , i agree, bt those are not very longlasting.
they come and go like fireflies... after everything, i should have by now learnt to live alone,
by myslf. bt human nature betrays my experience, u know. i try to cling to the last aveneus
of hope, untill it leaves me alone , once again in a sea of delusion, to sulk and fret, yet another
ray of hope comes, and i again fall into the trap, thinking it wud stay this tym. though deep down my heart i
know, it is jst a passing phase, and will move on, leaving me in a pit of darkness once again.
maybe u were jst another passing phase...destined to come and go away...

A : IN THE END IT IS PERFORMANCE THAT MATTERS..
     NOT THE LABOUR , NOT THE SWEAT ,
    NOT EVEN THE SLEEPLESS NIGHTS..
   NITHER THE FEVER , NOR THE FRET.
  NOT THE HAVOC , NOT THE WRECK,
 IN THE END IT IS PERFORMANCE THAT MATTERS..

Yesterday, I listened.
Tomorrow, I will add my voice to theirs.
Tonight, the shadow of tragedy covers my world,
and I just want to sit on the edge of eternity
and dangle my feet into its void..................