la....a

i met her n died


i closd my eyes
i feel ur touch
u make me crazy
love u too much...



i blink my bike light to hr,nxt day
i found a hidden smile on hr face.
askd her name 1day, no reply
2days later i askd her "one minute".
she didnt stop,i shoutd to her
"i love u".

its nt a gud proposal,i know
nw im looking 4 d perfect words,d perfect lines
to let her know hw special her to me.
she d sum1 truly special 2 me,a sum1 nobody can replace
i love her,im crazy abt her...

i just saw her and
i died...

oops! i did it again

i have done it again
one time in every week
i manage it.........
....................................
...........dying
is an art,like everything else
i do it exceptionally well

-silviya Plath-

i did that distracting exercise one time
in every week...
and not confessing any more about

it cause me get down but it remove my mental worries
it also make me lunatic but gifted me peace &happiness
it isolate me from outer world
but it present me the world of ecstasy&
shows me the realms of my fantasy

old good days

i still dream abt
that gud old days&
the bridge we met
i remember the glow of ur face
the cheer...
u leave a smile for me
my days rely on it
i know u changed much..
&never get that days
yet i still dream.

my life is unfurnished
&it faded like my jeans
me,carry the pain of
rejected,feeling displaced
&
live
with a tender heart full of dreams

the change..

the change i need...
(a resolution spirit that never change)
the change i need..
from a dead horse to a phenix bird
from an island to a continent
from a loser to an achiever
villegeboy to metrosextual
and from nothing to everything

my hopes

life getting too bored like a desert
not even a single moment to cheer n
not even a sigle moment to keep as a
treasure in my heart,
im forget to smile.
i know its hard very,
yet i belive in hopes


vinod