Love is a very loaded word.

Stranger

stranger, I am a stranger to myself. I dont think I know myself, and can never understand myself i guess.

Too many times I have tried to figure out myself but was left defeated. you question me, and doubt that I am too weird to be understood but dear I feel the same. I have felt that since ages ago, I wonder when was the time when I laughed whole heartedly, when I cried with those guilts and sorrow, when I slept peacefully . Guess those times flew by with my childhood and as day flew by, less of those moments were captured deep in mind to be remembered.

I guess I have too many secrets to share but no one to share with. Yes, I guess you are right, I have no one around and when they are around I forget the ones that are around. haha. not really! Dear, homie - fam -  friend aint you. I am sorry but your description to these dont relate to mine. That is why I keep you in different level to those of my real homes. Someone I guess you have misunderstood me but your description of me, somehow tells the truth too. Didn’t mean no harm, its just our way of thinking went to different direction and got our own prespective of each other. But thanks to you, I came across some of my strangeness even though it was from your perspective.

oh my god, other bla bla bla bla too. zzzzz!

Tri-Angle

how weird these roads twisted well without letting me notice the change . Or was dat coz you had blocked my view ? I see, now how things were. How we were. i thought we were meant to be strong together, but since i lost you as a strong foundation, I aint stable at all. But dont worry others are helping me to stablise, yes others who I never had thought of , never would have chosen over you, but god I must have chosen the wrong person out of those other fews. Never mind , these days were meant to come I had assumed, but never actually thought would have been to reality. These days were enough of compliments and complains, now i think we should bid farewell. Yes farewell I guess. And please since you had already chosen to take your time and stay away from us, I guess you stick to that. I dont think I am a part-timer here, and I have had enough I think. Even when you had to get in touch, I was left ignored. And somehow it stings, but dear its ok. I think I was expectig too much and now is left hurt , oh never mind. But dear its ok, I bid farewell.

Adios. ;D

Yes I love to talk, no write I mean

Same thing!

Politics playing their little dirty tricks, doest seem to realise they are losing lives during such process and havnt realised this aint meant to be the key thing to run a country!

Poor those brainless country being supported by rich countries and giving away such a powerful source that could have made their country richer then it is atm! Fuck whatever is going on in this world, no matter what, government aint gonna hear nothin. One citizens voice aint gonna reach nowhere, but neither could just keep quiet. But whatever I see, Whatever I hear, poor little bastards are being squashed and pushed around too much, now I see even though this has been going on for more then fucking 10 years, I wish 2012 “The End Of The World” to come soon. No mother fucking human are meant to be left alive if all we are ending up is sucking up each other bloods! Let all die and no new life should be brought alive.

You think, . . No wait I think

what is it that you wish, what is it that you have planned?

a playground of little tricks and little spills,

how long are you going to keep up with these, a month, a year or a decade ?

yes I wonder, what really put you off dat you decided to just ignore¬

oh  no , wait not just ignore but act defensive by making us jealous. maybe not us, but definately me!

Tell me what you gained out of this? The fact that knowing I would be hurt or jealous gives you a peace in heart? Or did you gain a million dollar worth of richness and happiness. Looks like those would be the things which will keep you breathing and alive for these certain period, but hold on not for long, like how you discarded me on the streets, look the earth’s goes round and round and what you have left behind, tomorrow it will be knocking right on your door. Remember at that time, what your sins were and what your future forgivenss deceives.

May the lord hear your wish, but as time comes by, may it not be true at all. And yes we apart just like these, Sometimes I think , were you really worth giving a try? Or may be, I should just ask you to fuck off next time!

Time overruled

Tick tock tick tock, time clicks by
Waiting for today so eagerly that i forgot rest of the world n am so consumed by the thought that i wud be seeing you tonight but wait
No how can this be? Over something i said ,u were hurt, over something u said, i was hurt but look none of us were bowing down to say sorry and smile
Instead we both hold our pride and yes the next day work as if yesterday was never a reality but deep inside i know how much i hav been hurt by ur those simple words and now here again when i thought i would let go of everything and start fresh when i see you, you end up avoiding me. Our normal today u just dont realise that today is the only day dat we have ,to see each other within an entire week, if not today there wont be a chance next week since we both are commited to our jobs and i have my own birthday to celebrate which u clearly denied to attend. So baby boy now tell me what am i meant to feel, how am i meant to react?

dreamongood:

You’re holding on to something because you feel a slight ounce of security—knowing that it won’t vanish away so quickly. Because you hate when things leave your life, especially when they mean something to you. It’s just funny that you will hold on to something despite the fact that it’s slowly tearing away your life and quietly hurting you. You know the consequences but you try to ignore them. But no matter what, they’re going to catch up with you.

Exactly what i mean!

(via khimzzz)

The clocks ticking, And I have 100 things rushing in my head.

… .

He said: You are my everything,

               my bestfriend,

                 my girlfriend.

Your wishlist

I dont know how long your wishlist is, but some of which I hear often - every now and then

you wish , I was little bit of her, 

A little bit you know, 

You wish, I was bit tall, 

bit skinny, bit pretty , bit feminine

bit less then what she is, bit more then what I am,

then dear, what does it make me?

Nothing. 

I know I aint this and I aint that, but what I am , is me. I just wish there was less of those comments , that lows my self confidence you know. and that makes me feel bad too. 

now what to dos?

blurred vision

I walk on these streets, I see those pavements where we have left our footprints

I somehow see you again, by that little tree on the side walk

am I missing some plots of your image or is it that during time, I have forgotten your face, your figure. . It just seems like a blurred vision.

I wonder if this is all true, what my eyes showed me to what I believe.

Hasnt it been long enough that we departed our pathways and ignore the same pavement again and again.

Hasnt it be a fact that we would rather ignore our existence rather then to bump into each other in our daily wild run world.

I saw more of these vision, we walked together again in those same pavements . .

Little did the wind blow and little did strangers pass by,

The sun had fallen and the stars were high up in the sky. we did talk i remember, but about what ? Its hard to recall, But back in my mind I did think WTF is happening? This aint meant to be true! I am not meant to be talking with betrayers , fuck talking shouldnt either be looking at all! Now what, whats this all about? I know all i saw was his blurry image walking next to me and we were talking but words dissappearing into those thin lines where I couldnt get hold of them and didnt seem to catch what he was talking about. Wait! … . . all this question mark thing that was going on. … . . all this blurry vision i can remember…

was just a dream?  Now i see the point.

:D

LoVe. And so it is.

i promised to write you a poem, I tried,

I think I am better off just writing this, since my poem seemed too off the peak,

but never mind, I wont care much, if this conveys you my meassage,

thats more then enough? I guess.

Little arguments we have, little tease around we do,

I love the way that you make me breakfast in our once a week date.

How funny it seemed when i was angry with you for something so small,

But hey later atleast that cracked you open with a smile.

I know I had been stupid in the past,

But look at those past, it brought me this beautiful present, you!

How weirdly we used to ran out of words when we would talk on the phone,

My minutes and text all over the place and yet it would never go off the limit

I then realised how little we talk on the phone but not when we are together,

It sounds like little rats having some discussion.

Then I realised, we never think of what to say ..

We never realise how much we still have got to say, to each other.

Make us realise how precious those little times are, makes me realise.

too little time on our hands, too much memories we want to create.

off the seashore we disappear, little dims of lights that we follow.

little dark it gets, after todays sunset

its time to leave, its time for another week wait,

until i see your face, until i can recognise your smell again

those warmth of your skin, how dearly i miss.

look it seems like i have told you this, too many times too bore.

but i m just sayin

this is how this lousy girl feels , and err ninja, this is love. and I name it after us :)