a day..

i found a piece of a broken poem or was it a dream of two small kids on a swing of two teenage rebels of two people feverishly in love of honesty of that look in your eye i found it someone carelessly tossed it away i looked at it as if it were to say something i spoke to it but it returned only silence.

what do words acheive? what is it that you look for in me? last night you held me today im just another stranger yesterday we saw dreams under the stars today a lonely night remains yesterday is forgotten you and me are forgotten memories are forgotten the laughter has died behind the closed door theres a shadow on the wall and an endless silence i found a broken piece of the mirror did you leave it? was it for me? i look at it you were here

supi an suj - love you both...no one can match their ability to crack the stupidest jokes and make me laugh.. the two solid sound boards of my life..have never judged me..loved me through everything... well he said my friends never tell me truth..i beg to differ..i know for sure they understand me like probably u did..and yes when the time is right they do tell me what i need to know and hear!! i think girlfriends are good for health..there is this bond that only girls can understand and share...can laugh at silliest things..can help you get over a breakup..not entirely though..but there is some earnestness in the relationship..they have the ability to tell you its ok!! sometimes you dont need a perspective..really..you need advice on what went worng..where i went wrong..i know.. but sometimes life gets a little tough and all you need is a good laugh and supi and suj offer me that.. they make my life fun and tolerable..love you both... oh ya btw suj, there is Dimple in my office who is...

life has its ways we meet at the cross roads for a brief period i call you mine for i could still call you mine and then with longing in my eyes you go away games life plays..shadows from the past resurface all i do is have a cold acceptance of life..

when i am tired and frustrated, whihc i am very often these days, i take up reading ruskin bond. one of very good writers..i ahve always envied the life he lived..the houses he had in the middle of the mountains..the rains, the squirrels, his adopted family..whoa..when i read ruskin..i am reminded of 'country roads by john denver' country roads take me home to the place i belong.. radio reminds me of my home far away... listening to radio on a rainy day makes me feel nostalgic!! it takes me to school days, open ground, the bronze bell, the canteen steps, the pav bhaji queue and gopalvan..the podar katta, sipping chai at gul, the big tree and even bigger gang.. those were the days my friends, we thought they would never end.... you dont have to be intelligent to understand bond but yes senstivity is a must for he does not write about great things. his stories revolve around simple people form the mountains, who have very ordinary lives, daily issues and conflicts. that is what i...