Windows to Soul

If you are truly in Love you got to be right. Your righteous behavior will hurt only one person - YOU.

To Love is Humane - When a lifetime seems too short a time to be spent with someone, then you are truly in Love.

You may choose to stay away from me but can you break every link between us? I guess not...When I saw India winning the 2011 Cricket World Cup, I knew aomewhere you were watching it too, the emotions, the pride that overwhelmed me was the same in your heart. What I was thinking at that moment was similar to the thoughts in your mind and that thought was what connected me to you. At nights when I come out of my office building and look at the full moon over the distant greenery while standing on the bridge, with that cool breeze rejuvenating my tired body, flooding it with unlimited energy, bringing it back to action, I know that somewhere in the darkness of the same night you might be looking at it with a similar admiration for that beauty, that the light reflecting from the surface of the moon seems to be coming from you and when that light surrounds me, it feels as if you are holding me in your arms, that when that silver beam light my way, it seems as if you are holding a lantern t...

Although I wasn't talking to you but I always knew you were just a call away. Now that I have lost my cell phone, loosing your contact number, that knowledge is gone. What if I meet with an accident and I just have a minute left with me, how am I to call you then? With no way to reach you now, I miss you so very much... Will find your number and will call you as soon as I get a new cell phone...miss you...love you...

roz subah tera chehra dekh kar bandhu main sehra honton par bas tera naam hai mannzoor har ilzaam sun le o meri jaana tujhko hai apna maana tera sang hi rehna ab ruthe chahe ab baaki sab ban jau main teri hansi de doon tujhko saari khushi maan le ab mera kehna ban ke bas meri rehna

luta di tujh par zindagi mita dunga apni sakhsiyat bhi tu jo mujhse maange aaj toh luta doon tujh par jannat bhi par doon to doon kya main tujhko tujhse hi jagi meri har khushi lena na chahe kucch bhi na mujhse tu bas le le meri yeh bandagi...

tu hi meri yaadon mein hai sang tere hi mujko rehna aisi waisi na baatein keh ke mujhko toh sirf yeh hai kehna tujh main hi dikhe mujhe khuda tujh par hi yeh dil hai fida main na tere sang magar tu na mujhse hai judaa tere hi lafzon se bane mere har geet ke bol tujhse hi to mil kar jaana hai zindagi kitni anmol na karun ab khudai toh kaise hogi puri fariyaad har khushi, har gum mein bas aati hai mujhko bas teri yaad tere bin na jeena mujhko maine pakda bas yeh sur main toh ab bhi jaanu na kya tha woh mera kasoor dil toh ab bhi yeh maane na ki hogi tum mujhse juda ab kisse main do apni bandag i tu jo ruthi mujhse, aye meri khud a

dekh kar tumko yakeen hota hai, koi itna bhi haseen hota hai...

in progress.....

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...

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...