There isn't much I haven't shared
With you along the road
And through it all there'd always be
Tomorrow's episode
Suddenly that isn't true
There's another avenue
Beckoning, the great divide
Ask no questions, take no side
Who's to say who's right or wrong
Whose course is braver run
Will ever be, ask one
What is done has been done for the best
Though the mist in my eyes might suggest
Just a little confusion about what I'll lose
But if I started over I know I would choose
The same joy the same sadness each step of the way
That fought me and tought me that friends never say
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye
Suddenly that isn't true
There's another avenue
Beckoning, the great divide
I would choose
The same joy the same sadness each step of the way
That fought me and taught me that friends never say
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye
Friday, December 17, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
I think this song will make it clear what is going on in my mind.
Honey why are you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk right now
Honey why are you crying, is everything okay?
I gotta whisper ?cause I can't be too loud
Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's funny that you're calling me tonight
And yes I've dreamt of you too
And does he know you're talking to me?
Will it start a fight?
No I don't think she has a clue
Well my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
Honey why are you calling me so late?
Honey why are you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk right now
Honey why are you crying, is everything okay?
I gotta whisper ?cause I can't be too loud
Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's funny that you're calling me tonight
And yes I've dreamt of you too
And does he know you're talking to me?
Will it start a fight?
No I don't think she has a clue
Well my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
Honey why are you calling me so late?
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
I am sorry
Time has a very fast flow. There is no stopping time.
"I have been thinking a lot about what all the problems are that I have forgotten to find it's solution."
This was the last thing that stroked my mind last night before I slept. It created a great change in the way I woke up today morning. It made me think over the way I had been behaving this past couple of days. I really had been more upset in the recent past.
I don't want to disclose what the reasons are.... while i can say what the solution to all of my problems are.
Don't see the problem so hard that you forget that you have to find the solution.
Happiness is not a destination in life but is a journey.
Think about happiness more than the objects which bring out happiness.
If you love a person value his/her happiness? It's going to give you intense pleasure.
Most times we tend to forget that; we feel our happiness is what makes our partners happy and we take them for granted without finding out what they like to do and this is when problems start creeping into our lives. We have to be aware change is a part and parcel of life "You never drink from The river Nile twice".
And as time passes by we change, our choices change and so does the mentality of the people around us. We tend to believe that our partners never change and we never ask the most vital questions which we asked when we first met. The most vital question are the questions which seem the most unimportant and most simple.
Not just the questions but every small things matter the most so value them..
I wish that all of you have a happy life ahead and mine may be too with my angel.
"I have been thinking a lot about what all the problems are that I have forgotten to find it's solution."
This was the last thing that stroked my mind last night before I slept. It created a great change in the way I woke up today morning. It made me think over the way I had been behaving this past couple of days. I really had been more upset in the recent past.
I don't want to disclose what the reasons are.... while i can say what the solution to all of my problems are.
Don't see the problem so hard that you forget that you have to find the solution.
Happiness is not a destination in life but is a journey.
Think about happiness more than the objects which bring out happiness.
If you love a person value his/her happiness? It's going to give you intense pleasure.
Most times we tend to forget that; we feel our happiness is what makes our partners happy and we take them for granted without finding out what they like to do and this is when problems start creeping into our lives. We have to be aware change is a part and parcel of life "You never drink from The river Nile twice".
And as time passes by we change, our choices change and so does the mentality of the people around us. We tend to believe that our partners never change and we never ask the most vital questions which we asked when we first met. The most vital question are the questions which seem the most unimportant and most simple.
Not just the questions but every small things matter the most so value them..
I wish that all of you have a happy life ahead and mine may be too with my angel.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Days are getting more roughed up. I don't know why but I have a strange feeling of betrayal. It feels like everything around me isn't the same as I thought it was.
I am scared and I don't know why I am. It feels like everyone I know aren't familiar any more.
Even the ones I felt were my own don't seem to be mine anymore.
Last night I cried till late night. I don't know why but I felt like it. I guess everything I had once created had come down to take it's revenge upon me. I couldn't stop my tears for nearly an hour. I tried to figure out what was wrong but could not think about anything.
I felt an unknown guilt. It felt like it was crushing my lungs. I just wanted to speak to someone. But i was alone and I had no one to speak to. I hadn't had any food for the whole day. I felt extremely hungry but I didn't want to eat. It feels like the way I act is affecting my friends lives
in a negative way and I am so selfish that I am not doing anything about it even though I know what I am doing is not exactly correct and true. I know for sure that I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings but I don't want to be the source of pain for them. I don't want to be possessive but not being possessive is hurting me. If I am possessive it will hurt them and of all the things I don't want them to be sad.
Few years from now I didn't knew what love was. But now as I see it. It hurts. Not being able to tell someone that I want to be with them is making me miserable.
I am trapped in a room with two doors, behind each door is another room. There is exactly one person in each room and I love them very much. If I stay in the present room I die. If I move to one room the person in that room will die resulting in my death. If I move to the other room I will die and it will kill the person in the room.
Even now as I write this I am quite unsure as what to say and what to hide or what to do?
My world as I know has it's foundation shattered. My mind now is unsure as to what is right.
I am angry not on anyone else but myself.
Time is a betrayer of thought. It is what corrupts even the most serene of minds.
I am scared and I don't know why I am. It feels like everyone I know aren't familiar any more.
Even the ones I felt were my own don't seem to be mine anymore.
Last night I cried till late night. I don't know why but I felt like it. I guess everything I had once created had come down to take it's revenge upon me. I couldn't stop my tears for nearly an hour. I tried to figure out what was wrong but could not think about anything.
I felt an unknown guilt. It felt like it was crushing my lungs. I just wanted to speak to someone. But i was alone and I had no one to speak to. I hadn't had any food for the whole day. I felt extremely hungry but I didn't want to eat. It feels like the way I act is affecting my friends lives
in a negative way and I am so selfish that I am not doing anything about it even though I know what I am doing is not exactly correct and true. I know for sure that I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings but I don't want to be the source of pain for them. I don't want to be possessive but not being possessive is hurting me. If I am possessive it will hurt them and of all the things I don't want them to be sad.
Few years from now I didn't knew what love was. But now as I see it. It hurts. Not being able to tell someone that I want to be with them is making me miserable.
I am trapped in a room with two doors, behind each door is another room. There is exactly one person in each room and I love them very much. If I stay in the present room I die. If I move to one room the person in that room will die resulting in my death. If I move to the other room I will die and it will kill the person in the room.
Even now as I write this I am quite unsure as what to say and what to hide or what to do?
My world as I know has it's foundation shattered. My mind now is unsure as to what is right.
I am angry not on anyone else but myself.
Time is a betrayer of thought. It is what corrupts even the most serene of minds.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
The First Sun Rise
The First Sun Rise
Night is near to it's end & the beginning of the new dawn marks a new future.
Shrouded in darkness one-half of earth awaits the harbinger of light.
The great God awaits readying his seventh stallion.
The giver of life and warmth Helios "The Sun".Let me tell you a small story of a time when even time was an infant.
Of a place unknown to any of you yet we all see its remains around us.
Just like a fading dream it is etched into our hearts yet we are unsure
of what it was.
Ok, so lets begin the real stuff now. But the question I ask to you is where would you like to begin a story which transcends even time?
Lets begin with the birth of the hero. The birth of a child is very common but the birth of a hero cannot be insignificant. It is marked by various events, events extraordinary in their origin but far from the understanding of a human brain. This being a tragic one even I didn't want it to happen, but it did. Lying by the side of a dead mother's body a boy was born into an unfortunate
world. A nurse picked up the boy and the child started to cry.
"The boy's Ok." She said to herself.
She took the boy and handed it to Mr. Han. He was the caretaker of an orphanage. Mr. Han was a short man, little over his forties. His head was devoid of any hair and he wore a hat all the time to cover it up. His face was almost unnoticeable except his huge plump nose which was red just like a tomato.
"Thank you Mr.Han, you are good man." she said with a sense of gratitude and debt in her eyes.
He didn't utter a word. He just took the baby and turned to leave. It was raining heavily and it was dark. Mr. Han took out his umbrella and held the baby tight to his chest. The drops hit the umbrella like bullets. It was an old one and had protected it's master from all kinds of rain for many years. A soldier refusing to go down in spite of being wounded in the battle for the love of his mother country. He moved fast, walking with large strides almost running to his home. Away from this weather, this cold and horrid weather. He almost stumbled while moving in such a hurry.
The question which arises now is what was extraordinary in this event and the answer to this question is that this boy was not born alone that day. He was born at the exact time along with 110 another children. Each of which were the same boy that was born that day. Putting it in simple words 111 avatars were born who had the same soul but many bodies and a bloody future ahead of them. I wish I could say God help them but God won't.
So keep patience because
Patience my friend is not just a virtue,
It's the need of the hour.
For what I say to you It is true.
Seeds don't become a tree just after you sow.
To eat the sweet fruit you have to let the plant grow.
Night is near to it's end & the beginning of the new dawn marks a new future.
Shrouded in darkness one-half of earth awaits the harbinger of light.
The great God awaits readying his seventh stallion.
The giver of life and warmth Helios "The Sun".Let me tell you a small story of a time when even time was an infant.
Of a place unknown to any of you yet we all see its remains around us.
Just like a fading dream it is etched into our hearts yet we are unsure
of what it was.
Ok, so lets begin the real stuff now. But the question I ask to you is where would you like to begin a story which transcends even time?
Lets begin with the birth of the hero. The birth of a child is very common but the birth of a hero cannot be insignificant. It is marked by various events, events extraordinary in their origin but far from the understanding of a human brain. This being a tragic one even I didn't want it to happen, but it did. Lying by the side of a dead mother's body a boy was born into an unfortunate
world. A nurse picked up the boy and the child started to cry.
"The boy's Ok." She said to herself.
She took the boy and handed it to Mr. Han. He was the caretaker of an orphanage. Mr. Han was a short man, little over his forties. His head was devoid of any hair and he wore a hat all the time to cover it up. His face was almost unnoticeable except his huge plump nose which was red just like a tomato.
"Thank you Mr.Han, you are good man." she said with a sense of gratitude and debt in her eyes.
He didn't utter a word. He just took the baby and turned to leave. It was raining heavily and it was dark. Mr. Han took out his umbrella and held the baby tight to his chest. The drops hit the umbrella like bullets. It was an old one and had protected it's master from all kinds of rain for many years. A soldier refusing to go down in spite of being wounded in the battle for the love of his mother country. He moved fast, walking with large strides almost running to his home. Away from this weather, this cold and horrid weather. He almost stumbled while moving in such a hurry.
The question which arises now is what was extraordinary in this event and the answer to this question is that this boy was not born alone that day. He was born at the exact time along with 110 another children. Each of which were the same boy that was born that day. Putting it in simple words 111 avatars were born who had the same soul but many bodies and a bloody future ahead of them. I wish I could say God help them but God won't.
So keep patience because
Patience my friend is not just a virtue,
It's the need of the hour.
For what I say to you It is true.
Seeds don't become a tree just after you sow.
To eat the sweet fruit you have to let the plant grow.
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