Hindi poem finally,Thanks to punkster.

I'm extremely proud and honored to have Punkster write a guest post for my blog.Yes,After 3 years i found someone who was wiling to contribute in my pearls to polish it with excellence.Thanks a lot Punkster and Extremely sorry for posting it so late(yeah for being careless and losing the mail once too). *smiles*  Over to Punkster :)

बेगानों की दुनिया है,
सारे हैं अजनबी

अजनबियों के मेले में
 असमंजस मे फसी ज़िन्दगी

कभी किसी की हँसी में
आस ढूंड लेते है
इस बेगानी ज़िन्दगी की

पहचान ढूंड लेते है 

फिर न जाने वो मुस्कान 

कहाँ खो जाती है

जैसे खिले हुए किसी फूल को

नज़र लग जाती है

और कुछ पलो के लिए पहचानी गयी ज़िन्दगी 

फिर अनजानी हो जाती है 

रातों को,

जब जाम को होठों से छुकर 

एक कडवी तन्हाई 

पी जाती है 

तब ये दुनिया 

इसे गुस्ताखी कहकर 

हम  पर उंगली उठाती है 

अंत मे हमेशा 

एक सचाई कांटे की तरह चुभती है 

कि ये दुनिया उतनी ही अजनबी है 

जितनी नज़र आती हैं

Isn't it amazing? :)  For more awesomeness you must go on to his blog  Whispers From My Heart. I'm once again very thankful to him for taking out time and writing this guest post. :)

Catch you all later,
Next blog post in progress..
Sunakshi xD

If I hadn't said It so many times already, I'd say I'm back...

*Clears throat*

All the way to the moon and back. And all the way there again and back. And again and back. And again, and again, and AGAIN =D

Smiles,

Sunakshi.

I'm Twenty One.

Yes. Finally the DAY is here and July has waved its aging wand.Indeed the whole idea of turning 21 fascinated me.Lets see how it turns out to be.Nothing much lined up for today.Phone calls,messages and attention will make it special in its own way.With a smile , I'm logging out.yeah of course with a promise to be back very soon.
The pearls gonna spread all over again.August last week,I'll be blogging again.
Hope you're good. xoxoxo

Late night post

I am being judged, I am being hated, I am loved, I am cared for, but it all doesn’t impress me anymore. I have become used to my own world. I have trashed my world. Now, I am not aware of my grounds, my existence. Either I rebuild, continue or destroy it all forever. The brick by brick effort that I have been putting in my blog, in my writing, it all appears no better than trash. I deleted my blog today. Restored.I am done with the idea of god.I have been building the castles, but I have carefully disguised it all in what I call, living.I have burned the bridges, now I stay stranded on this side all alone while you watch the journey from a world that doesn’t exist anymore, at least for me!Ever been in a situation where you don’t want to talk while you are expected to speak, speak your mind, your heart; however you choke because you know, the more you speak, the more you would be cursed, yet when you choose to stay silent, it hurts.That's what exactly happening these days.May be this is more like creating a noise itself but can't help it. When I feel I am getting dependent on someone or someone is getting way too close, I shut it all off. I just did it today too.That's what i have been doing from years and the reason is unknown to me. The love, emotions, it all is dying deep down for good.May be its the fear,fear of losing...I'm yet to understand the complete picture which I might not even get till the end.No matter who all wish to walk along, no matter who all wish to be part of my life, I walk alone, I rather wake up alone! 

Its 3 a.m. and i guess i should take a good sleep now.Hoping for better day tomorrow.

Good night.

 

Something is wrong , I know but what?
Million tales which are not enough,
I don't feel anything , am i hypocrite?
For i wear several faces and sometimes it is rough.