... As I walked down the lane,
              I came across a lot many faces, some caught my attention,
                           The others were just too plain ...


... Then when your face blessed with the charm of a thousand angels crossed my mind,
              I realized I was trying in vain,
                           Looking out for beauty other than yours,
                                     Was a move so absurdly insane ...


    
                            

... What YOU think about me is of no consequence to me but,
                            What I think of myself is something that really matters ...

... YoU CamE to ME ...

You came to me like a treaure for a tramp in dearth,
but unfortunately I could never speculate your true worth ...

Lost and jaded I kept running all around,
but could hardly catch the love in those eyes that at times left me spell-bound...

You defined care and solace when the sadness slithered,
but I could'nt help a bit when all your dreams withered...

Still trying to figure out how everything changed so fast,
leaving me feeling like a complete outcast ...

Though I did not choose to look so rude and confused,
but I knew that just one bad move will again leave you broken and bruised ...

I have had my share of teardrops and pain but had to do it,
to save you from walking through that lane of disdain, all over again ...

Don't know if I'm needed or not but I'll always be around,
whether we are separated by metres or miles,
will pray to God to bless you with all my earned joys and smiles ...

What goes up, comes down

What goes up, comes down… But, what matters at the later stage are your deeds when you were at the peak…

... LOVE ...

…WE started it WE shared it and WE loved it. Nothing stays forever and IT ended too but the transformation of WE to YOU while choosing ITS end is what hurts the most…

The faces of life are everchanging... Castles fall and kings turn to hapless tramps,even the strongest of all dynasties meet their sad demise when time takes its toll. I stood tall like a bulwark, not the kind who will jus lay down and die but this darn sadness sneaked in!!! The taste of sorrow is prevailing for so long...I pick up every bit of life n keep myself in high spirits. But sometimes,i feel stuck. I do not know. I am confused and may be I just refuse to understand...

Sin City

Dozens of them, armed to the teeth. I'm outnumbered, outgunned... but the alley is crooked, dark, and very narrow. They can't surround me. Sometimes you can beat the odds by a careful choice of where to fight...Where to fight counts for a lot, but there's nothing like having your friends show up with lots of guns.