to my favourite couple...

i've admired you both for a long time now because you showed me something incredible about love.. u reaffirmed what i'd learnt in my own disaster of a relationship.. that you must put friendship over coupledom.. that telling each other everything created a level of understanding that no storms could shake...
i learnt it the hard way.. that if you keep something hidden away it can become a festering sore that affects everything thats good in the relationship and in life..
it was when i saw you two tell each other everything, expose your silliest and weakest and most vulnerable to each other that i realised that it was infact possible to be opposites and yet work out harmoniously... you could say anything to each other, including telling each other when you didn't want the other to be around..
that honesty and trust was the bedrock of it all i always knew.. i didn't quite know how it could be managed till i saw you two together...

and yet today i see you unhappy.. and it breaks my heart.. that two people who i thought shared everything no longer have the words to express themselves..

i love you both very much.. and i hope you find your rythm again..

inspired by tinni's photograph..

I’m not sure if i’m dreaming or i’m awake.. it feels like a dream.. or a barely remembered memory.. maybe it is the flickering yellow bulb on the streetlight that throws shadows across the narrow lane i’m standing in.... the wall to one side looks like a corridor i’ve walked own many a times.. to the left is a blank wall i’ve never seen.. The end of the lane is bathed in shadows.. i know i’m meant to walk further and yet my fear of the dark holds me back.. even in the half asleep daze that clouds my eyes i can see that the darkness if the lane deepens ahead into what must be a doorway.. i have to walk through it,.. HAVE to get to it.. across the recesses in the walls beside me that i know someone or something awaits me in...


at the weirdest of times, the lyric of an avril lavigne song come to my head.. ‘Sometimes i get so weird, i even freak myself out...’ i laugh at my silliness.. Its weird how i have a song in my head ALL the time.. even now, when i stand atremble facing this dark narrow alley..

Is it a metaphor for my life? Or is it just another strange and beautiful sight like the millions i ignore every day.. the flickering ochre of the grimy bulb seems to follow m footsteps.. as far as i have walked, the light’s shines right at my feet turning the far end of the lane to mysterious shadows.. i can just discern the doorway because it’s a darker black than the shadows that surround it...

Something glints in the half- light..

Is that a bar on that doorway? I force my numbed eyes to look, squint into the gloom.. maybe, maybe not... damn that phrase seems to be the definition of my life lately..

But no worries.. there’s the alley, there’s me.. and there’s that shadow within the shadows that i know i’m walking towards through the deepening gloom..

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watching the news the last few days has been like gupta sir's labour law classes.. the entire discussion gets repeated in every class till u can almost predict the next sentence.. the commonwealth games discussion on the news channels has gotten to THAT level of repetitive..

raat yeh bhi guzar jayegi...

a song for every mood rt........?

एक वो दिन भी थे
एक यह दिन भी है
एक वो रात थी
एक यह रात है
रात यह भी गुज़र जाएगी
रात यह भी गुज़र जाएगी
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there will be a day that we will look back and laugh at how childish we were.. that we believed in fairytales and angels and stories of forevermore.. we will look back at what we thought was the end of life.. at what we didnt think we'd survive.. and realise that Oliver was wrong after all..
you don't just survive, you LIVE
all you have to do is try.

hiding

sometimes you really want to take a step.. but you cant even quite explain to yourself why you don't...
murphy won't dog every step i take will he??

i need something new

just how many times is it possible to pick up and re-read a book thats been read and closed already..

closed chapters, turned pages
arrows shot and bullets fired
words spoken, moments lost

you can really never go back to some things..