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jaane na kahan wo duniya hai
jaane na wo hai bhi ya nahi
jahaan meri zindagi mujhse
itni khafa nahi


singing to the tunes of this song.....feels so good......
um still questioning....without a question mark....cuz i know my questions will never be answered! they arent meant to be!

too much to write.....too little time.......every blink of the eye gives me a thousand lines that can be written......so either i shud not blink them at all.....or shut them for once!

amen!

as full as i can be....as blank as i can be!
just wanted to remind me of myself.....so dropped in :)

past....can it ever be killed?

men the digit 9 has an old relation...right from the day i was born ...n will go on till the last moment i live....and it strikes again.....somehow, somewhere.....it alwayz does.

begining of september the 9th month...past comes face to face...not once....but over n over again....ur fears from which u somehow escaped hold u again........!!

thinking about past......ppl get over it...some kill it....some bury it and ppl do god knows how many things......but can it ever be killed? the moments gone for sure but what it brought to u hafat be carried ......carried all thru ur life.....u can coviniently forget it.....but something somewhere will throw it back at u...........!!
maybe all the extra ordinary ppl out there can kill it all......um ordinary.......just damn ordinary....i cant!

real vs fake

how do u tell fake from real...........or real from fake?
u can find the real faking urself......or the fake faking urself...............or when ur real how can u get real in carefully setting aside whats fake and whats real!

especially when u urself dont know what u feel.....how u feel......wether u r REAL within or not...

too much to be captured....too less a time

amen

inside out

they are all the same.......the only thing that changes is the name!

all da times

that ive cried

all this wasted

its all inside

and i feel

all this pain

stuffed it down

its back again!

and i lie

here in bed (in vain)

all alone

i cant mend

but i feel

tomorow ill be ok

(but um not)

cuz um on the outside

um looking in

i can see thru u

see ur true colours

inside ur ugly

ugly like me

i can see thru u

see to the real u!

:)

whiskey.....helps :)

having whiskey after i guess 3-4 dayz.....was on rum for the entire week - monday - wednesday ...the effect was the same neverthless.
back home early today.....siping on whiskey and just thinkng about dayz passed by....they had quite a few flavours.....some i wud never forget......barely a few that i shud.

on one hand thoughts......on the other - that smile n those eyes..... i can see them talking....so what if they arent to me. i can see them telling a story...so what if i assume so much.

that smile made me forget all my worries......wouldnt it be just great if i cud keep seeing it foreva!
those eyes make me think....make me smile......cant it just last foreva??

nothing does.....for except memories.....but if i cud get to spend some moments with them....i would cherish the memories foreva.....

thanx who ever u r........for those little moments which i remember every now n then. dunno will they ever come again!
ignorance is killing me.....n ths time i wud rather die.....
tk cr dum dum :)

bounded

limitations. actual or made up. what matters at the end is that i cant reach her. writing to reach you with the hope that ull read one day to reach out.....
ha ha ..... on second thoughts...... ud just reach out for something u wudnt know. nothing will ever reach you. not even remembrances. not even memories. not even thoughts.