tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71018738364809431482024-02-24T14:41:38.468+05:30Pearl in DarknessS.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544993809645466789noreply@blogger.comBlogger207125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101873836480943148.post-83263285092528587572015-11-20T04:22:00.001+05:302015-11-20T04:24:16.908+05:30Of the monotonous life and ignored blog
"Said my goodbyes and now
This journey's just beginning
Time to move on ahead and drive..."
(by Dream Out Loud)
.....And suddenly I’m inspired to revive this ignored shell of mine.
S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544993809645466789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101873836480943148.post-69480658858531416262015-01-21T00:55:00.000+05:302015-01-21T01:00:40.870+05:30Anonymous writer
Of colors and weirdest thoughts,
Ditching the messiness of the murkiness,
The weary grey winter mornings,
Years of drunk wanderings.
His quieter eyes,
A shadow haunting in disguise,
Standing with his smoke,
Emerging half forgotten dreams.
When the voices sleep,
The ego of faceless man weeps,
Crumbling inside,
His soul writes.
S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544993809645466789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101873836480943148.post-22659920061716862102014-09-19T20:24:00.003+05:302014-09-19T20:24:13.806+05:30Setback.
What a web of life we create for us by letting the forces change the directions beyond our understanding.The pebbles we plant, one each at a time, accumulate to build the bridges that knocks it all off at once and just like the ignored roses, the charisma is long lost, the neck down not willing to look up ever again.This post isn't going to be heart wrenching beautiful.In fact I'm clueless S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544993809645466789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101873836480943148.post-32612103229274840042014-04-29T11:12:00.000+05:302014-04-29T14:35:29.972+05:30The prison so wide
It's for nth time i listened from them that they're in love.The cliched idea of falling in and out of love is still amusing.It's witty how we spend days and months and if patient enough then years too, nourishing it, validating the so called better half until we get fed up with it and it seldom dies but then what resides in the core of nut sized brain is the tagged failed love, while S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544993809645466789noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101873836480943148.post-54226875610425472802014-04-22T16:11:00.001+05:302014-04-22T16:12:00.586+05:30
To tell the story of all the times,
Toxin of footsteps in sun and rain,
Some days, Of the stale rhymes,
Through the perennial fiction.
S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544993809645466789noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101873836480943148.post-45679246021430868652014-03-14T16:00:00.004+05:302014-04-13T02:08:35.192+05:30And It's a NO for an answer
I've been told infinite times that I don't work hard for my dreams.I smile.I don't give a shit.I do my thing.May be they are right, may be they are not.Giving up has never been a trait which suits nor the life takes no for an answer.I was a bit upset.A thought I personally go by always is “Be the change
you want to see” Like my tongue which flies around irrespective of
authority, my hands S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544993809645466789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101873836480943148.post-5495799348486708992014-03-11T08:16:00.001+05:302014-06-09T04:24:20.958+05:30She, as a girl.
The usually
chirp, descriptive one who doesn't doesn't talk gently, refuse to keep a bucket full of soft toys near the bed side, laughs insanely instead of giggling, avoid those pink hair clips, often runs when sees the camera flash, doesn't keep a proper routine and eventually look forward for a better day ahead.Yes, She's the one writing this post.She has her own set of believes and she S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544993809645466789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101873836480943148.post-7989430874815376222014-03-11T07:11:00.001+05:302014-03-11T07:12:07.704+05:30
Take someone who doesn't keep score,
Who's not looking to be richer, or afraid of losing,
Who has not the slightest interest even
in his own personality: he's free.
- Rumi
S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544993809645466789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101873836480943148.post-24253113949248675472014-03-10T02:25:00.002+05:302014-03-10T02:25:26.087+05:30In the end
Irrationality is
actually my favorite of all because it makes one true to themselves and isn't it what is of utmost priority?Peace only.You are free to pursue what you believe in without having burden to prove anything to any four random people which are often dragged in conversation else the bubbles burst and
reek foul smell of envy pouring the enormous poison rotting every bit slowly and S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544993809645466789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101873836480943148.post-22363507617715161742014-03-08T00:40:00.002+05:302014-03-08T00:47:14.358+05:30Beauty lies in the eyes of beholder
I neither belong here,
Nor i belong there,
From madness to sanity cigar,
I have come this far,
From love to hatred,
Worthless, they all once stated,
Remorse buried in grave,
Playing game of life is favorite escape.
It's not about the fair skin tone or the layers of make up you put on but it's about the ability to have compassion and kindness towards everyone you meet.You hardly know their S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544993809645466789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101873836480943148.post-14098670451387527022014-03-07T18:57:00.002+05:302015-11-03T02:18:49.741+05:30Ladies he cannot be your saviour all the time
Let's face it that the problem is that most of the women want a hero, The prince charming installed with the perfection.No matter how much you deny but it is true.As we grew up listening to fairy tales the prince charming, The saviour, The super hero has to be there to bring perfect ending.The problem is that the men are just as ordinary as women are.the illusion of relating the love life S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544993809645466789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101873836480943148.post-12997043165632574202014-03-05T05:31:00.002+05:302014-03-05T05:35:29.584+05:30Fixed myself
When you're done with the battle and everything else settles down, do you smile for the winning or whine over the chaos and loss?
As the smoke passes through the over flooded mind the lyrics of fix you by coldplay lingers somewhere.
When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse..
And S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544993809645466789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101873836480943148.post-37090002906384235502014-02-27T23:03:00.003+05:302014-02-27T23:07:04.187+05:30Saving the blog
Recent updates -
1. Laughed a lot.
2. In a happy place.
3. Have been listening to old songs on loop.
4. Haven't been sleeping too well.
5. Thought about doing something incredibly awesome and then looked at routine to laugh at it.
6. Reading 1Q84, Murakami is absolute love.
7. Book shopping happened.
8. Written letters.
9. Tried. Gave up. Tried to give up. Hung on.
10. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544993809645466789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101873836480943148.post-12658733502447782362014-02-14T18:13:00.001+05:302014-02-14T18:13:27.538+05:30Randomly life
I've abandoned this blog and adopted reading books instead.Somewhere between scribbling the ramblings of an insomniac to shutting the doors for over thinking by picking up books, I grew up.I cannot decide if I'm still happy or I'm just not sad.Let it be..If you want to read, go on. But this person has changed, for good.
Waking up from a nightmare and seeing the clear sunshine fairies swirlingS.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544993809645466789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101873836480943148.post-87945119275286620692014-01-09T16:58:00.001+05:302014-01-09T17:00:10.694+05:30Take me ashore
His thoughts are like pack of cards, Life shuffles the deck and distributes, Few becomes his and rest of others, He play his hoping you will reflect them.That's what Vittaldas prabhu 's How I Wonder convey, Blogger friend since 2009.This is a brand new guest post once again from one of my favorite blogger who is caught up in life cobwebs to visit the blogger lanesS.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544993809645466789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101873836480943148.post-33197940688225409852013-12-01T20:52:00.000+05:302013-12-01T20:53:12.016+05:30It's just the phase
I run with bleeding feet,
Breathing the unheard treat,
An urge for tears to show up,
Why this feeling is cropping up?
May be a sign of being an adult,
Emotions are being subject to cult,
Roller coaster spree is killing inside,
Chopping the veins to have him beside.
Gigantic headache & lump in throat,
Each day I slowly rot,
I know I cannot be his desire,
For he has plenty of pretty faces to S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544993809645466789noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101873836480943148.post-10499542290322963022013-11-27T00:42:00.001+05:302013-11-27T16:12:41.435+05:30Winning is Everything
I have been loaded with hell lot of work Fat pile of books to be honest *Giggles* which explains all the reason to miss out opportunity to update this love of mine.Just now a friend messaged her post for Blog adda contest and i was all charged up for letting the madness out.Credit goes to the patiala glasses of tea and sleep deprived soul who wanders in kitchen and hog like an S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544993809645466789noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101873836480943148.post-35470388805414753482013-11-26T10:29:00.002+05:302013-11-26T10:39:30.894+05:30My friendly jubilee post for my dost
Oh you read the title right but there is a little difference.Whatever I'll share is a post from my dost.Once again Anita, My twitter friend, Creator of The Explorer Of Miracles , Contest freak, Highly Educated a doctorate is an academic degree of the highest level, Amiable and charismatic person possessing the positive aura which can shoot up your morale to another level, Has contributed to my S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544993809645466789noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101873836480943148.post-82296247057219310462013-11-18T00:03:00.002+05:302013-11-18T00:05:10.635+05:30Exactly Just The Way I Like
I found something worth sharing.To make it little easy for you to finish it off as soon as possible without wasting any time I have compiled the Danielle Koepke's quotes.
You don't have to make room for people who cause you pain or make you
feel small. It's one thing if a person owns up to their behaviour and
makes an effort to change. But if a person disregards your
feelings,S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544993809645466789noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101873836480943148.post-64258914347430548202013-11-16T19:18:00.006+05:302013-11-16T19:22:32.443+05:30Teenache
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<![endif]-->And I'm back with an awesome post again. *No, I didn't put on thinking cap to add a extra dose of insanity.You may take a deep breath of relief now* I'm proud to announce that this time the courtesy goes to Rahul's Blog and collections .Rahul Bhatia, One of the talented blogger who pen down his thoughts including the variety of life S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544993809645466789noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101873836480943148.post-15591485640237604812013-11-12T20:59:00.000+05:302013-11-13T01:40:05.767+05:30The call
Love comes and goes, in form of different people in about every phase of life.We learn to move on, learn to survive.Falling in love is not something you decide on, but she did everything
that she could to stay away from it. The minute she found herself leaning
towards it, She backed out.With relationship comes the bizarre expectations.If he loves you, he would always tell you the truth. But toS.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544993809645466789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101873836480943148.post-41199290513452148642013-11-12T01:17:00.004+05:302013-11-12T18:21:54.056+05:30Flaunting the awards one more time
Just when i thought I'm writing for myself Anita , One of my favorite twitter friend who possess an immense charisma of spreading the smiles around, did her bit in making me smile once again on a day when I feel feverish and health is being stupid because of weather changes.How i wish it could learn how to welcome winter, The season which is most awaited, The season of celebration May be not S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544993809645466789noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101873836480943148.post-80578281764369371182013-11-10T15:42:00.000+05:302013-11-10T15:46:01.414+05:30For Intellectual Magical Morons!
Title
me as a “Grammatically Disoriented Person” because of my grammatical
errors, I won’t stop writing or write even an inch less.I write for myself, and I would keep writing even if anyone reads or not. I will put up every little thing in my whiney blog and it should be none of your business because I'm not here to serve you best of the fictions.I'm not ashamed by any single thing i have S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544993809645466789noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101873836480943148.post-8400872290280488122013-11-01T20:55:00.003+05:302013-11-10T15:12:31.603+05:30Live it up.
Each time i pray i seriously don't ask for anything specific.I only ask for the things which i deserve and they're mostly listened.I'm surprised to see how perfectly the store provide the dagger to slaughter the castles of false hopes, No I'm not complaining.I feel blessed and my curiosity grows to look forward for better things. Disappointment is an obvious phase though.I scream, scream S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544993809645466789noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101873836480943148.post-7213734080886982682013-10-30T16:40:00.000+05:302013-11-12T23:35:21.076+05:30Words I shall burst.
The last time i saw him was in November, 2010.He was there in hospital assuring he will be fine soon and asking me to make a promise to return on weekend.Yes i did return on Saturday, Though i didn't get a chance to see him ever again.I just saw a glimpse of his face while they were preparing to take him away.He didn't give me a chance to cry.Nor i tried letting it out for i hated S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544993809645466789noreply@blogger.com3