Its another day and another fight to stop being what I have always been and start being someone or something way better. The fight with one to go that extra step is discernibly difficult and blows my mind off. The day has gone pass and the change is yet to be seen and worked upon.
- Believe in yourself
- today something happened that got me thinking (well that happens way less). is it the mind playing games or someone did acknowledge me . it seemed that I didn't sucked any more that i thought myself to be
- i have to start believing in me if I want others to acknowledge and appreciate me. This was the trick that I was always searching for and I had it in me forever.
hope this revelation stays with me forever and help me fight my other battles

there she was, holding her heart and he went pass into the obscure ways. the path he left, she didn't leave her eyes hoping that he will return. he did return but he wasn't alone. he had sum1 close to him and standing there, she understood that he was gone forever. he was gone maybe for the best coz he was never her's.

wondering when he will call
i fear my sanity
still my eyes don't leave my phone
even in my despair
is it my heart is confounded
with his charming verbosity
or i m desperate to have my voice heard

the great thing about loneliness is that it sucks.

time almost never heals anything. it just numbs the pain a bit and when the pain really strikes it kills and drains the bits and pieces of hope that are reduced to something so tiny. but hope never dies. it is one of the greatest tragedies and maybe the victories of the human psyche. so does the pain that has never left you remains in the form of hope. so can the hope and pain be one part of the same body, the same soul and can they be interlinked to our inner whatever we have got

love hate
dese r 2 things i hav never able to fully comprehend
but how can 2 emotions which r opposites of a pole can hav thin line of diff.

undoing the past is the most difficult thing but writing the future, is it not more difficult. the joy of living the present, what happens when it is not joyful nymore. do we have an alternative of living a constant dreadful n boring life. do v have d strength to unbound from these shackles of misery or will v keep looking for a ray of hope which will free us?

the world was just another dream
with its beauties n amazing revelations
n then reality flared its ugly wings
but this story is not abt ny reality
it is the perfect dream which is the perfect lie
the eternal mirage of the living
the mirror of a magical world

yet living d perfect life will always remain an enigma to me
roaming the isolated paths with the one i luv
relishing in the glory of the day
bathing in the beauty of the night
befriending the best of people

I WAS LUKING FOR D PERFECT MOMENT FOR LOVE 2 HAPPEN
I WAS WAITING FOR D PERSON OF MY DREAMS
I WAS WRITING FICTIONAL STORIES
I WAS WATCHING LOVELY MOVIES
I WAS DAY DREAMING
BUT IN THE MEANTIME
LIFE HAPPENED
LOVE CUD HAV HAPPEN
MOMENTS WERE CONVERTING INTO MEMORIES
STRANGERS BECAME FRIENDS
FRIENDS BECAME COMPANIONS
N DEN I REALISED
WAT HAPPENED WAS LUV
I NEVER HAD 2 SEARCH IT
IT WAS ALWAYS PRESENT
IT WAS INSIDE ME
IT WAS IN MY BLOOD

U NO DERE WAS DIS BEAUTIFUL TREE I USED 2 ALWAYS SEE WHENEVER I PASSED DAT PILLAR. THE BEAUTY OF THAT MOMENT N D LIFE I LIVED, I THOUGHT I WUD BE LIKE DAT TREE, STILL DERE WHERE I WAS A FEW MOMENTS AGO. BUT DAT TREE HAS LONG GONE N WID DAT D CONSTANT LIFE WHICH I THOUGHT I HAD.
FILLING WID JOYOUS SORROW REMEMBERING DAT BEAUTIFUL TIME, DAT BROKEN WAYS, DAT FIGHTS, DAT LAUGHTER N DAT FRIENDSHIPS..............

i always used to think that life is perfect, that gives everything in equal measures. be it beauty, brains or anything. if one person has less of 1 thing, it gets compensated by another thing which is more. some crap they teach in school which gets sunk into the subconscious and when reality strikes, you try every possible way in which u can mould that thing u learnt at school to fit the little little things that try to tell u that life is far from perfect, far from an equitable distribution and far from dreams. the truth strikes hard and topples the facts which u believed in.