Windows to Soul

i tried real hard, to be a true friend but i am sorry that i couldn't keep it that way i know it wasn't suppose to go this far and i am sorry that i feel about you this way we fought, we mocked but we always talked and i am sorry that we stopped talking that way we met, we parted but we never missed each other but i am sorry that i started to miss you this way. i want to be happy, don't want to cry but i am sorry that i couldn't keep my tears away i want you to be happy, but not without me i know these things i am not suppose to say i know it's wrong but i don't know what's right, and i am sorry that i love you this way

do raaton se soya nahi phir bhi aankhon mein neend nahin charo taraf khamoshi hai phir bhi dil mein sukoon nahi chand toh ab bhi hai aasmaan mein par nahi dikhti chandni kahi jee toh raha hoon tujh bin yeh zindagi par ab mujh mein woh junoon nahi

While sleep continued to elude me, last night I decided to resolve one of the biggest mystries attributed to our dear friend, Mr. Love. The unresolvable question was: "Did I miss her more or did I love her more?". While attempting to solve this problem I came face to face with one of the various paradigms related to the application of mathematical operations on infinity, comparison of two unbounded variables. Even spending hours determining the reasons for the current condition of my heart, the problem remained hopelessly unsolvable. It was impossible for me to determine which feeling was more dominant and this fruitless exercise concluded with both the feelings a little intensified.

What is so special about this date? 0fcourse the day, month, year numeral of this date when written in dd/mm/yy (or mm/dd/yy) format are all 11. There are only 12 such dates in a century and unless our great scientists develop a miraculous technology that can increase an average human life to above 100 years, this was the second last of such dates that all the human beings alive today would ever see. But of all these 12 dates, 11/11/11 stands apart for a special reason that every digit in this date is 1 and if you were born before 1st January 2000 and you add the yy part of of your DOB (Date of Birth) to your age that you will be on this year will result to 111, all the digits of which is again 1. What if you were born on or after 1st January 2000? Don't be so dishearted for then the sum would result to 11, all the digits of which is again 1. My, my isin't that wonderful enough. Nah...not for me. So I decided to make this day really really special for me. I decided, to tell a g

The answer to that is yes my friend For the things they represent, I can't comprehend The reason for which I hope you apprehend It may hurt someone, may be even offend Can't change anything, my ways I can't mend But keep forwarding such mails, continue to send, I may not like it but I will pretend. For time is the only thing I have, to spend To bring me close to people and make me their friend

One of the commercials that airs on a radio station in my city goes something like this: Anna jee, corruption se utne log nahi marte jitne malaria se. (the voice becoming a little sarcastic now) Aap mein toh poore desh ka viswas hai. Logon se kahiye ki ek bhi machar dangerous hai. Unhe bhagaye nahi balki kaala Hit se maare. (Anna jee, there isin't that many people dying of corruption as many from malaria. The entire nation has faith in you so tell them that even one mosquito is dangerous. So do not just get rid of them but kill them with Black Hit). This may not seem funny but you will be rolling on the floor with unabated laughter when you hear it for yourself. Who knows who else will monetize on the great social reformer while the power monger desperately strives to be in news for something or other (of course for the country's well being) . Well I am not that great admirer of him but the comprehensive publicity our news channels is giving him that it is becoming really har

every time you cry i wish i am with you every time i cry i wish the pain is yours every time my cell phone rings i wish it is you every time it beeps i wish the message is yours every moment i spend i wish it is with you every word i hear i wish it is yours every dream i see i see in it you every thought that passes me, is yours i don't know how to live a life without you and if life decides to leave me, i wish the arms is yours

i think of you day and night without you nothing feels right pain of loosing you no more i can bear i know not anymore how to hide my tears i pick my phone, i want to call but why the hell did you made that wall i write messages that i want to send and it is becoming even harder to bend i wish you realize what you meant to me please change your glasses for you cannot see

As I stood there, almost for an hour, staring at the inexplicable beauty that shone like a bowl of liquid silver filled to its brim reflecting rays from an overhead flourescent lamp, undecided, I realized that something was missing in the picture. That night the lunar beauty was a poet's perfect inspiration but it didn't seem to be working for me. What was it that was missing? A mild wind was blowing. As the cold air encircled me, filling the pores in my skin, lifting me as if affecting my buoyancy, thoughts of her descended on me, transpiring me to a world unearthly. As my brain redrew her face, with that sweet smile that she always had when looking at me, the decision was made. Finally I dialled her number. She picked the call and I asked her to come out to the balcony and see it for herself. Yes, that was it. As I imagined her, standing on the balcony of her apartment, filled with awe, gazing at the full moon, I found the missing piece. It could not have been more beautiful

teri yaad mein har waqt, rehne lagi hai aankhen nam tujh bin jina bhi kya jina, har khushi ab lagti kam har khushi, har gum mein bas, aati hai teri hi yaad maana tujhko hai khuda, toh aur kisse karu yeh fariyaad? mann bhi jao ab toh tum, bohot le liya imthehaan teri hi yaadon mein dooba, kahi yeh tanhaai na le le meri jaan tu sirf mujhse ruthi naa, maano ruth gayi yeh zindagi dosti yaari sab kucch chutha, reh gayi toh bas teri bandagi.

the day i caught you chatting with q number of guys and i said 'carry on...i do not want to disturb you' the day you sat beside me in the bus and enquired about my research paper the day you came with me to return the flower basket in the burning sun the day when you sat beside me on the ride and i said that this will take us to the top and then will have a free fall and you started shouting nahi, nahi, roko roko the day you ironed my kurta and returned it with a pretence of a dhobin calling me saabjee the day you said to me 'friendship mein sab kucch chalta hai' the day i wrote a silly poem on you and you got really angry and said 'i don't care about what peop;e think about me' the day you said 'saare ladke aissa hi sochte hai kya' when i said 'ghar ki murgi daal barabar' the day i asked you to eat fast while having lunch together and you got angry and said 'nobody asked you to stay' the day you pretended to be still angry o

Though I never admired her acting much, I was always a big fan of Katrina Kaif's (Kats) look. That's the reason I even chose her picture when I participated in this game called Best Proposal. But that said her latest two movies, Zindagi Naa Milegi Dubara and Mere Brother Ki Dulhan, have started to change my views about her. Not onlythe characters played by her were full of life, Kats did a great justice to them too. Where in ZNMD she made everyone realize that live life to the fullest and do everything that your heart says you to do, after watching MBKD evry girl wanted to be her, while every guy wanted her to be their dulhan. She was bubbly, she was sweet, she was fun loving but she, as she puts it, never crossed the lines. She is maturing with her every perfornance and if she puts a little more effort on her acting, nobody can stop her to be a superstar. Great going Kats.

baat pate ki kahunga mein, gaur farman har koi aaj taj mahal mein bhi banwata, hoti mere paas bhi mumtaz. chup chaap sehta main bhi duniya ke pathar ki maar agar mere liye bhi kurbani dene ko, hoti koi laila tayaar. lanka ko mitti mein milata, jaise usme tha sirf kaanch samudra paar main bhi karta, agar aati meri sita pe aanch. uske judai mein main bhi rota, peete peete banta devdas mujhse milne ka raah dekhti, hoti koi chandramukhi khaas. mera prem bhi amar kehlate, dete log uski misaal hoti koi jiska mujhse na mile, hota radha jaisa haal. deta main usko saari khushiyaan, poori karta main uski har ek aas agar mere paas bhi koi aisi hoti, jisko hota mere dard ka ehsaas.

Life seems harsh when trying to get rid of the ghosts from the past and the present seems distantly familiar. Worst of all the only companion who stands by your side during this difficult phase feels the exactly same way about life. Now the million dollar question is will life ever return back to normal? I read somewhere that a caterpillar's transition to a butterfly is initiated by a process wherein it wraps itself in a hard cocoon and tries to break out of it using its developing wings. It is said that more the force applied by the caterpillar, the stronger the wings grow. It is a very painful process and it somebody tries to relieve the caterpillar out of its misery by cutting the cocoon, its wings are rendered useless as they lack the strength to support the butterfly's weight. But what if the caterpillar is too weak and succumbs to the pain and fatigue of breaking the cocoon?

i wish the life was a little more cool or i was a kid, still going to some school the life was easy and i had not gone through so much i wish i was myself and still had that innocent touch i wish life was simple or i did'nt succumb to my desires or believed in people and that they were'nt liars i wish you were here, somewhere around someone i can still trust on this strange ground and be my eyes so there can be more things that i can see or i wish that the life was just a little less cruel to me