And am getting jealous again...
****! I'd have to undergo same pain..

Wasn't my last relationship with you real one,
That my G.B. Am falling for you again?

At least after 22 hours of my constant calling, SMSing and Emailing
You did answer, " Am busy"

You don't how good I felt,
To see your reply...

Am so happy.. Am so happy...
I love you still so much, my dear guy...
Now, Someone's thus busy guy..

Yeah, when it is about someone who means nothing to you...
Why would you ever have time to call back?
Why would you ever have a rupee to text back?
Why would you have KBs to reply her back?

When she's none to you -
Why would it make a difference if she lives or dies?
Why would it make a difference that she ruined her life for you?
Why would it make a difference that she misses you?
Why would it make a difference that she wants you?

Why would her goodbyes make a difference,
When she was not even, a friend for you..

I want you, I love you...
But you do not...
Ofcourse like her,
I ain't intelligent I ain't hot.

I won't pop up ever again on your screen -
I won't ever communicate with you, with my voice so not sweet...
I won't ever like your Facebook updates or retweet your tweet..

I'm going - am sure I'm going..
Bye love..
And I'll always remember that you didn't come to stop me...
And you used to say that you love me!

Irony! My life's irony...

May god bless all the victims of the Earthquake...

May all be safe, and those who have been injured get well soon, and may they get even better after recovering from this shock...


Bless those Afghanistanis, Those Pakistanis and Those Indians who have lost their lives or livelihood or loved ones in the quake...


Love you all... Bless you

Whole mankind other than you today stands with me,
But still, I crave for your presence and its making a huge difference..

I live in ruins today,
and am even frightened of being thrown out from here...


I had been the ruler once, I doubt my past now.

I doubt my capabilities now..

My sweetheart is very sweet,
I never thought he could be a cheat..
But my sweetheart being very sweet,
My misconception did beat...

My sweetheart is very cute,
For me he used to play piano and at times flute,
My sweetheart being very cute,
With his flute,  at me loads of love did shoot...

My sweetheart is very important,
He never left me alone and nowhere did went...
My sweetheart being very important..
With his attitude, today went..

I lost my everything forever,
And my everything is not even concerned about it...

My illness, he's aware of,
Maybe waiting for me to recover and as usual to say him a sorry..

That glory, oh my dearest,
This time, would not return...

This time my love,
You gave me a deeper burn...

Heal me soon, heal.me now..
Before I be long gone...

I messed up everything after that..
Am sorry dear for that...

You apologized me so many times then,
I had been angry when...
I said you things so many - so bad...
I'm afraid to ask for forgiveness, for since horrible my behavior had...

Come and heal me...
Am A patient, dear deal me..

You are my life, you are my G.B.
And am nothing alone, all that is-  are we..

When I recall about the special lock,
Your hands, curled around my waist,
When biting my nose, you used to mock,
" I'll eat your cute little nose someday in haste"

I die within..

He had been my brother,
He had been my mother,
He had been my pa,
He had been my grandma, my Grandpa...

And people just think of him as an ex...

That's funny!

When you know that you are useless for that particular work,
They'll either turn you down directly, or simply walk away.

No body hears me,
Still I keep the words on...

I shall shut up now,
Shut up till the day,
They ask me to say something...

Something which I shall never say..

Just " Hi, okay, and bye"

Day by Day I sank
And today I shall drown..

They told me that I was their new queen,
They treated me like a slave till date,
And they appointment a new queen today...

Am ashamed of myself for having forgotten all my own dreams,
For working for the people,
For working for those who needed me...

I feel so heartbroken at the thing,
That the limelight ate me up...

In fact I guess, am crying out loud, just for the limelight..

I hate myself..
I deserve to die..
Suicide is suitable,
Let me give it a try..

The world is a business trip,
I hate businesses now.

I want to commit suicide,
Am tired of this feeling..
Am sick of all of these things...

Either give me courage to die,
Or **** me..

I had a hobby,
He left...

Why do people tease me,
For not having a brother.

For not being able to give a boy child
Why do people tease my mother?

Everything is so versatile,
I wait for hours for you,
To just talk for a while.

You have a half minute conversation,
And am left with eyes of tears and face with smile.
What if I could let you know of, without hesitation?

But you are someone's, not mine...
And one day with this schedule,
My darling, I'd be fine.

Though it hurts a lot, that everything you forgot.
But now, I love the symbol of my love, these tears brine...
They take away all the anger for you every moment.

And I am made to love you even more,
Even though, for you am a parallel line..
I bolt the door and spill my emotions on the floor...

Have you ever seen my condition through that peep hole?

You are allowed to touch my heart, not my body.

Am the worst one to ever be born,
Lacking an aim to objectives,
Am as information within torn...
Making excuses for my life's grace so gone....

Joke at me, I am a thing to mock at,
Ofcourse, am insane - so inhumane...
Tracking existence of nothingness...

Keeping my eyes at place,
As a matter of fact, for me is impossible...
Umbrella saves you from rain,
Rain doesn't stop cause of it!

Making a decision on whether I want to live, or not,
Actually is quite tough, quite boring..
Nobody can ever have guts to live my boring life...
"Going places " from knife to knife...
As if, I have no reason to live,
Tragically, I have no responsibility to die...

They say I **** at writing,
They say I **** at grammar,
They say I made syntax errors,
They say I made orthographic errors...

They say you are not good enough to express yourself,
They say learn English, you first grader..

They say I am too bad at everything,
That means  I am too bad even at expressing myself..

They say you are good for nothing...
Ah they are my real peers!

And with a different teaching style