Fidgety Space

While undergoing a self introspection,many things flow across my mind.A few things I have become addicted to in these years which some find weird and some funny yet interesting.One such habits of mine (infact many must have had this)is scribbling down everything on the last pages of my notebook. Whenever any thought comes to my mind, I write it on the last page of my notebook. Whenever I find the lectures boring, I play games,whether its bingo or housie, draw pictures,whether cartoons or designing my own fashion wardrobe, plan my hangouts or any idiotic crap with friends, Just everything on the last page of my notebook. When I am hurt or heartbroken, the last page of my notebook patiently absorbs my tears. When I feel like falling for him, I share my feelings with the last page of my notebook. When I am angry with someone and want to flood my anger, I use the last page of my notebook. When I am really wrong and need to confess, I confess to the last page of my notebook. When I want t

You are the disarrayed fragments of the jigsaw puzzle meant to be arranged and solved by me, keeping in view of the image which flashes by in my mind. You make me believe, where they doubt. You make me work, where they refuse. You make me smile, where they cry. You make me stay, where they quit. You make me stand, where they fall. You help me survive, where they break down. You make me accept the failures of life without disappointment. You make me pay a deaf ear to their hokums. You are the mild rain drops on the barren land of my life... you are the strength to fight every single strife of my life... you are the hope which wakes me up every morning. you are the wings of freedom which lets me touch the sky. I run through cloaking mist, path paved with thorns, enduring the pain with a silent tear yet a million dollar smile flashing through miles.. thinking of the moment with you I will cherish throughout... You are the very reason of my existence, you reside in my eyes, you are safe i

I am your past, I am your present, I am your future. I am the permanent shadow, who is always behind you. I walk by you through bright sunny days, when you dance around singing merrily.. at the top of your voice. Through cold blue nights, when you wake up completely shaken and shouting at the top of your voice! I stand by you When you watch the lovely stars at night.. When you feel the evening breeze pass by you... I make u cry I make you regret I make you smile I make you laugh I make you hate yourself I make you love yourself You lock me up, throw away the key. You cover me up, hide me from everyone, yet I do live in your heart. You think am dead. But am alive within you and will always be. Even after you leave this world, I will not leave you. Ten years from now...... One fine morning, When you will be busy with your life Long working hours, No more classes and boring lectures No more friends No time for yourself When you will look outside the window... You will find me there... You

I am the dream, they hate to chase. I am the puzzle they hate to solve. I am the word, they hate to understand. I am the untrodden path, they hate to explore. I am the memory, they hate to cherish. I am the feeling, they hate to feel. I am the light, they hate to see. I am the sound, they hate to hear. I am the smile, they hate to wear. I am the story, they hate to read. I am the silence, they hate to bear. I am the hope, they hate to aspire for. Yet I want to be the inspiration, that I would love to aspire for. I am someone they FAIL to understand. Yet they HATE to Use the word FAIL!

I kept running through that long unending dark path, fled through thick fog ,through a haunted country without landmarks,thick with cold cloaking mist,peopled with clutching ghosts and shadows,standing again amid stillness,my heart was hammering,the night air wet on my lips, panic howling through my heart like a cold wind. All that mattered to me in the world was completely lost in this cold weird isolated environment,I did not stop I still kept running,flying blindly not knowing where,driven by a nameless dread,seeking in the grey mist for the safety that lay somewhere.All confused and scared I longed for a warm touch,a ray of hope.I ran like a crazy person but did not know where.Somewhere,somewhere in this wild land of moist stillness,there was a refuge!There was something hidden in the mist I badly needed that.Once I get there I will be safe.Nothing will haunt me.I will be free…my lungs almost bursting yet I kept running.Not caring a bit for my tired injured legs.Longing to have a

If you are looking for love, would you recognize it if you found it? Can you tell the difference between love and infatuation? Between love and attraction? Between love and friendship? Quite confusing right???And specially when it comes to true love… How many of us know what it is???Atleast am sure I don’t know what it is. Something like a ghost,many people talk about it but hardly 2% lucky people know what it is.But if I were to define love then this is how I am going to….. but I don't think anyone can explain it, love is not something that can be explained it is a feeling to be felt,not something to be expressed in words…many believe love is when you die for a person but I completely disagree with this.I believe love is all about living for someone,love is all about being there for each other though ups and downs,love is something which makes you smile when you are tired,a hand across your shoulder when the whole world seems to have turned against you,a patient ear to listen when

They say teenage is the most formative,delicate and difficult stage of ones life.When I was told this five years back I(like many others) paid a deaf ear to all those advises and whatever they were,but now I know how true it is.At this stage we bid farewell to our childish pranks and look forward to a life “full of life”.If you are a bit forward you are said to be impertinent and if a little backward it means you are shy.I was counted among the impertinent ones.As I grew into my teens I no longer felt a passion for my Barbie dolls,nor did I like to stay indoors.The outdoor games,adventure and risk began to attract me.If I heard any fine eloquent speech I would try to pose to be a similar speaker before the mirror.What I started disliking was the moral preaching or the fear of parents about risks in whatever decision or challenges I take.All that I wanted was freedom to live life the way I want.I always thought why do they forget their young age??havent they ever wanted to hangout with

Months after months……. I find myself tearing up my hair, Crying in despair… Shouting at the top of my voice………. KILL ME!!!! A silent tear, A lonely soul.. Are my two permanent friends Who never leave me………. With none to trust……. And none to trust me, I find myself on the crossroads of life……. Failing to make a right turn! With all the doors closed, None to help me out I hopelessly dream of breaking the lock………. Yet never get the courage to try and find the key! I cant feel the bright sunshine, I cant feel the smell of earth when it rains, I cant feel the beauty of sunset, I cant feel the melodious chirping of birds, Yet I can feel my tears........... Am a human being made of flesh and blood……… Life seems to have stopped………. Yet I do still breathe……… With hopeful eyes I look at the sunshine, With a sinking hope that someday……… I will also feel its warmth……… I walk in the rain trying to smell the earth, But find my eyes raining……… With trembling hands i open the window, To view the sun