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