Your Silence

I wait in your silence
Afraid to speak
For I may cause
You to freak.

I wait in your silence
For you to talk
But you don’t seem
Willing at all.

I wait in your silence
With a painful heart
Expecting soothing words,
Instead get words that are tart.

I wait in your silence
With a heart full of love
Expecting you to return all that
That represents a dove.

For love has no laws,
I wait in that silence of yours.

Love is weird....

"We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love."

That's so true... All of us, no matter what we say, deep down want somebody who will love us more than anything else in the world whose sun would rise and set on us; who would be ours....

Some of us are lucky that we have found that special someone, and some of us are still endlessly searchin for our "special" person....

Being loved by someone is what makes a person special... is the one thing that can bring immense happiness and unbearable pain... is the one thing everyone seeks.... is the one things that makes life a little bearable!

Love is a fantasy concept... but then again, everyone can use a little fantasy in life. Love as portrayed, does not exist... it is not a heart stoppin, sleep deprivin, starvin feelin.... it is somethin that grows on you. it's a feelin when u realise that havin a certain person in your life, makes your life more beautiful.... the knowledge that you can be secure in that someone is there.... the person with whom you can share your most embarrassin moments and they would just laugh and love you more...

love is the feeling that when you feel you can't possibly love a person more, they do somethin that you fall even more deeply in love... love is da feelin when the first person you wanna share somethin with, is him.... love is the feelin when you want to make him proud to be with you.... love is lettin yourself feel vulnerable... love is trustin someone unconditionally and believin in him...

love is the feelin when you fight with him and be miserable for days after... love is the feelin when you just want it to work, no matter what.... love is the feelin when you want to hate him, but you know you never can....

love is a beautiful emotion, so pure and so true, that if you don't have love, you aren't really livin life... cos love is what gives you moments that brings tears of joy (n sorrow too)... love is what gives you a lifetime of beautiful memories.... love is what makes you whole, not cos you are with someone, but cos that someone will always be there to hold you and love you, should you ever fall; and also he is the one who will push you to achieve your ambitions and be there cheerin you on...

Love is what makes you complete... love is weird....

My tribute to my close Friends....

Treasures, in this world, are few
Not precious stones, but people you knew
Those who made your life richer
And who were (are) your anchor
Those who stood the test of time
And indulged you when you whined
Those who understood, without a word spoken
And tended a heart, broken
Special people they are
Encouraging, even from afar
Life without meaning,
Without them, would be the feeling
Truly I was blessed
More, perhaps, than the rest
I had so many gems in my life
No doubt, too, a lot of strife
But rising about it all
My friends stood, by me, tall
My pillars of support
My voices of exhort
My ocean of love
My strength from above
Without you, life wouldn’t be the same
Like an arrow without any aim
You make my life more beautiful
Else it would be simply awful
Thanks for taking me in,
Under your wing.
I can never let go
Of a friendship so pure
Thank you for this gift
And any mistakes, I made, please forgive
I am glad you are my friend
My love, I extend
From the deepest of my being,
I love you, darling!

Slipping away....

When I was a little younger, I had always felt that to die wasn’t hard; to live was worse. Death had seemed like a release from the prison of life. Life was like a long continuous struggle with complications and unpleasant surprises at every turn. We worked for one thing, and when we achieved that, we worked for another and then another and so the endless cycle continued. Death, in comparison, seemed better. When we die, we just die. No struggles, no complications, nothing after that.

The people, who died early, according to me, were very lucky; while those who struggled against it, I thought, were very stupid. And then it happened to me.

A fatal accident put me on the wrong side of that very fine line between life and death. Staring at death in the face, I realized, maybe too late, that it wasn’t easier to die, but easier to live. To kill oneself was cowardice; to die unexpected, hard. For all your dreams and aspirations died when you died.

I kept trying for that last breath that would keep me alive, for I was too young to die. I struggled against death, and this is probably the biggest struggle a person can fight. In those few seconds, where a fragile and weak life struggled against the spreading like fire and strong as a storming sea, death, time was suspended for me. I realized what life was all about.

The struggles were there to be overcome and a feeling of strength and triumph to prevail. The sadness was there for us to appreciate and value happiness. The unpleasant surprises brought opportunities and pleasing wonderment. In those few precious seconds, when I realized just what a wonderful gift life is, I tried with all my strength, to hold on to life. But like ones holds sand in their hands and tightens their grip to hold on to more sand, the sand just slips away faster. Life is also like that and it just kept slipping out.

And, finally, as life is there was death to triumph, it happened. And I slipped into what I had always perceived as a blissful oblivion…