it hurts to remember
it hurts to turn a leaf
it hurts to know
it hurts to accept
it hurts to be this way

Success is in my blood
As my efforts arise like a flood!

Let’s take a ride
With photos as our guide

Not that they are enough
But they bring out all the stuff

Those collection of instances
Those endearing reminiscences

Each picture tells a tale
Dragging us on its trail

More than anything else
It subjects your inner self

You contemplate with a new perspective
And gradually become introspective

Those memories caress you
When you are lost and feeling blue

The journey ends up to meet yourself
Getting the push to move forward oneself.

"I wish I could fight."
"You can."
"How? I don't know how
to punch or move."
"You fight with words.
It's called kung fu typing."
"Kung fu typing?
Did you just make that up?
Doesn't sound very cool."
"It's not supposed to be.
But if you master it,
you'll never need to worry
about not knowing
how to punch or move."

see me near
i will see you near
see me wide
i will see you by my side
love me more
i love you over
your imagine ,

as i dig your name
here
at my heart    
every pulse says
your name so clearness

i see you at the sky
moving your hands in away
i love ever to see
i will say
God keep you near

Rumbling thunders but wounded voices were more distinctly heard… Pouring wonders for my eyes flutter more than that beautiful bird….

Innocence blinded me to see hidden malice…Building Avenues for hope is the only solace… Well, this hope also doesn’t hold any promise!!


All that’s Lurking my mind uninformed about the time… Life isn’t a meritocracy of counting days it has got meaning even if there is no joy with the loved ones all uncertain in its own ways !…..
Like a cusped dandelion spores are blown… I choose to stay away for it’s okay to feel alone rather to be felt thrown….though I mourn and mourn…

Time is passing, days are crawling…. Life is moving… But the sand in the hour glass isn’t falling…