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theres too much and nothing, you cant fill emptiness...emptiness fills you

the destination is the journey itself

its funny how someone can break your heart and you still love them with all the little pieces...

Waiting for words to string me a song
To take me to a world where I finally belong
No matter what I seek, the answers I will find
When finally the bond will break between soul and mind

And my soul will fly, to distances unknown
Where truths shall unfold
And my tears will fill the holes
Making me complete and whole

And ill know the answers to lifes questions
Have all that is essential
My heart healed, my soul warmed
My life on track, my emotions calm

And like the raindrops love will shower
Not caring for the day or the hour
And in it I’ll soak myself complete
And slowly the pain will deplete

Again I will write the song of my heart
And it won’t be a scribble, but a piece of art
But until then let my words write my songs
Because comfort is what I need;
Because comfort is what I long …

way back into love...

why is it that life tests you even when u have declared defeat?
why is it that everytime you pick yourself up someone u thought u could lean on pushes u down?
why is that when you look back and hope to find everyone standing rt behind u, u find urself standing there..alone and very scared.

it doesnt matter if its a natural calamity or a broken heart. the fact is that it hurts. a lot. and even though no one will see why, you do.

so with these thoughts floating around my head, i looked for something that makes sense. and i sat down to do what i do best, rant my grief on paper. yet even words seemed to betray me today and then i heard a song. it seemed that the writer wrote what i needed to say.

ive been living with a shadow over head
ive been sleeping with a cloud above my bed
ive been lonely for so long
trapped in the past, i just cant seem to move on

ive been hiding all my hopes and dreams away
just incase i ever need them again someday
ive been setting aside time, to clear a little space in the corners of my mind

all i want to do is find a way back into love
i cant make it through without a way back into love

ive been looking for soemone to shed some light
not just somebody to get me through the night
i could use some direction, and im open to your suggestions

all i want to do is find a way back into love
i cant make it through without a way back into love
and if i open my heart again
i guess im hoping you'll be there for me in the end

there are moments when i dont know if its real
or if anybody feels the way i feel
i need inspiration, not just another negotiation

all i want to do is find a way back into love
i cant make it through without a way back into love
and if i open my heart to you
im hoping you'll show me what to do
and if you help me to start again
you know that i'll be there for you in the end

(music and lyrics)

memories

This poem is for Meenakshi and Bhavin with whom i shared this amazing trip. with a flashback of old times to the last few days adding to the list of memories, this was my ode to our friendship. it may not make sense to anyone other than the few of us who know all the inside jokes but its part of our relationships history and thats why it needed to be put here!



so used to we are
of freinds going astray
used to we got
of keeping people at bay
but friendship we craved
true and free of pretense
so together me and meenakshi
left for leicester
not holding back for logic or sense

on the way to meet Bhavin
Who's been with us through it all
helping us stand
whenever we were close to fall

seeing him from a distance
we ran towards the love
we knew we'll give and get
and that's why we met

over jokes and remebrance
we glowed in the warmth
old jokes and new ones
emotions ran high as we talked
from Mc donald's to shopping
we drifted through it all

back to work it was for Bhavin
to change in circumstances we had to bow
but time flew and together we were again
holding our cups of coffee
the steam coming from our ears
we talked and bitched about the changes in times
comparing it to the past
the topics were so vast
clicking pictures of time we could not control
hoping with our delay
these fleeting moments we could hold

for food we left, pregnant it seems meenakshi was
with Bhavin and his wives
and me with my flower
giggling about nothing and yet laughter came with ease
Makadman and splats
we needed ice cream indeed!

but time ran and so did we
as the reception threatened to close
but between huffs and puffs and meenakshis screams
we reached the hotel of doom

scared we begged makadman for his company
which ended in a mutiny
pilllos were torn, vases threatened to break
meenakshis cold was raging
secrets unfolding
and morning came only too soon

another day of fun
of we went to meet bhavin
where beakfast waited and then some

met the parents of makadman
standing tall and proud
towering was Mr. Bhavin
the youngest of us all!
but shopping was our goal
so we left for madeley road
and found the beautiful attire
meenakshi couldnt wait to adorn
money was spent like watre
bank accounts under attack

and again it was time for food
where the bhajiya platter became the 'group'
names and comments flew
and with it all
it was timme to pay our dues
good times we had in plenty
but they had to end aas!
so towards the coach station
we started the dreaded wak
and waited to bid farewell
home beckoned at last

and we waited and waited
until we wanted to leave and fast!

the delay was over, we boarded the coach
with another meeting soon, in the future, we hoped
threatening to kidnap our deal elongated friend
but something's in life we just cannot bend
so we took the memories and left the laughter
hoping it comes follwing us, soon after!

Good vs evil

sometimes force is needed, and sometimes patience. sometimes weapons are needed and sometimes unconditional love. and yet, both hit the enemy with equal force. evil is like a gush of water, a flood which comes with such force, destroying everything in its path. nothing or no one can stand in its way, it is all powerful and fearless. but then, it goes, in it wake lies destruction and despiar. yet the power is over, and with enough hope life can be reconstruted.on the other hand, good is like drops from the ocean. as each drop tickles down people loose faith and patience, yet those who believe...stay. the believer is awarded when as drop by drop the water collects, its presence is felt.