tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45380754926875721972024-03-13T22:56:25.335+05:30Random and RestlessSahibahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14707124668677353508noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538075492687572197.post-39996687610266329362018-03-01T21:15:00.001+05:302018-03-02T01:06:24.725+05:30Come out of your head madam<p dir="ltr">He told me to breathe out from mouth. I felt suffocated. I tried to come to the surface but he forced me down . <br>
With his hand gestures he told me to breath in and breathe out. But I panicked and pushed him away to come to the surface.</p>
<p dir="ltr">There I was amidst Arabian sea with my scuba diving guide. I couldn't breathe. Only me and seagulls . I could see governor s house far away near the horizon. Also spotted central jail. But no humans.</p>
<p dir="ltr">If I die today will it really matter. And just as the monster of existential crisis was about to take over he shouted -"" look madam , I have seen a lot of people like you. I train them everyday. Do as I say. Even of u panic just forget it and concentrate on what I say. Don't think much. Come out of your head. It's a scary place filled with panic and death. Just do as I say. Don't think.""</p>
<p dir="ltr">With this he took me down . 40feets down. And I started to breathe with my mouth only. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Suddenly I became a scuba diver. I started to appreciate the aquatic Flora and fauna.<br>
I even tried to catch school of fishes. Touched red coloured coral.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Later when I came back to the safe place. The waiting feeder boat. Only one thought remained.</p>
<p dir="ltr">"Come out of your head ......scary... Death....don't think..."</p>
Sahibahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14707124668677353508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538075492687572197.post-2443616363110595692014-03-30T22:31:00.001+05:302014-03-30T22:31:31.453+05:30Quotable Quotes - 1 - Sarcasm<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sahibahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14707124668677353508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538075492687572197.post-73729252521646911442013-08-28T18:09:00.000+05:302013-08-29T21:52:31.431+05:30I am learning to love again ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><i>Love is like our pet project which should be completed before you turn 30 or else it is not true love . Why do we have to measure the success rate of love on the scale of permanency or marriage. Why can't love be fleeting , short term , traumatic , exhausting , painful , hopeless.. Why does love have to be sweet , caring , stable , happy , peaceful..</i></i></div>
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<i><i>Cant we just love without expecting it to change our lives . Cant we just enjoy it on dark corners of our hearts and rejoice that we are in love no matter how sad , how lonely we feel. </i></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When we love someone we begin to trust them step by step , inch by inch . Through their gestures and care we realize that they can be trusted with our heart , our lives. Our inner goddess who was up till now hiding under the bed pops up and claims the throne. She is happy and satisfied . Starts to rule like a queen because she feels she is safe . And you take that leap of faith. You tell him your biggest lies , greatest secrets with a promise of understanding and care . </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Why did you let me take that leap of faith if you were not sure ? </span></i></div>
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Sahibahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14707124668677353508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538075492687572197.post-23919235861304089962013-03-10T00:04:00.002+05:302013-03-10T00:04:57.129+05:30Holding on V/S Moving on<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>She loved him with all her heart but it didn't work. </i></div>
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<i>She tried hard but it didn't work. </i></div>
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<i>She cooked his favorite dishes , got his approved haircut even joined a gym but it didn't work.</i></div>
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<i>You know how she felt? It was like losing something you never had. </i></div>
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<i>One fine day , he came back .. Back to her ..</i></div>
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<i>Few people never stop taking us for granted.</i></div>
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<i>"In a relationship one who loves less is strong "!! Is it true?</i></div>
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<i>Do we really take our ex's for granted . </i></div>
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<i>People who loved us with immovable faith and always put our happiness above there own. </i></div>
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<i>Yes you can walk away... love will empower you... Never test the limits of the one who loves you.. </i></h4>
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<b>"Those who have the courage to hold on also have the power to move on , they just chose not to"</b></div>
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Sahibahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14707124668677353508noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538075492687572197.post-41970424546891597782013-02-03T21:33:00.000+05:302013-02-03T21:33:45.953+05:30What a woman wants?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><i>Love, sex and money … not necessarily in the same order …
every girl has different priorities but largely you can categorise it into
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<b><i>So voila!! We now know what we want.. So what’s the problem then?</i></b></div>
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<b><i>The problem is how to get it…</i></b></div>
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<b><i>Will a lot of love and money do away with your bed cravings...
or can you settle for a big mansion to live but no one to cuddle and sleep …</i></b></div>
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<b><i>Much worse... What if you find it in different men...? And
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<b><i>Imagine what a mess!!!</i></b></div>
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<b><i>With my personal experience I can share one thing for sure...
In a woman’s life there is a man who makes her happy and a man whom she loves
with all her heart … at least two different men in each of our lives...</i></b></div>
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<b><i>Sorry to break your bubble girlfriend but Life just got
tougher…</i></b></div>
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Sahibahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14707124668677353508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538075492687572197.post-19754161239552027012013-01-29T21:42:00.000+05:302013-01-29T21:43:40.019+05:30With an end in my mind ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><i>I may have started with an end in my mind... yes an end.. to safeguard myself against a potential heartbreak .. a downfall..</i></b><br />
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<b><i>But the truth is so clear .. so obvious .. that preparing for an end doesn't lessen the pain it causes..</i></b><br />
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<b><i>Yes I was prepared for the end but not for the pain of living without a hope...</i></b><br />
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<b><i>End is natural but hopelessness is like dying on a lonely island knowing no one will know you died not that they will save you...</i></b></div>
Sahibahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14707124668677353508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538075492687572197.post-57222294850336758862013-01-16T23:40:00.001+05:302013-01-16T23:49:06.941+05:30CHAOS...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sahibahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14707124668677353508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538075492687572197.post-29243007281750110462012-11-22T23:08:00.000+05:302012-11-22T23:20:07.654+05:30Soul Broken V/S Heart Broken<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i style="font-weight: normal;">Amongst various types of people around us .. the most
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<i style="font-weight: normal;">Those who angry us by their stupid deeds… over interference …
and the best part is we cant even complain.. cant even express that they are
killing you .. that you hate them .. that you want them out of your site and
sometimes even outta your life… but y cant u .. coz they r the walls… they wont
change , react.. understand…</i></div>
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<i>What is more frustrating? .. not telling someone that they hurt
you and thinking that they will not understand or telling sumone that they hurt
you and seeing that they don’t understand?</i></div>
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<i style="font-weight: normal;">That sharp pain inside that
never goes… you feel like you cant breathe or that you will die of heartache…
and you suddenly realize how meaningless everything is and how lonely you are
in this whole wide world… and you pick up the phone and dial the number of the
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unable to speak coz tears choke you… still you try to find the sharpest of the
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you know in your heart that this verbal attack wont match up to the heartache
you got but still it will let you breathe… </i></div>
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<i style="font-weight: normal;">And you end the call with a last
line that means “it doesn't matter” though both the parties know how much it
did and it always will… </i></div>
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<i style="font-weight: normal;">Phew!!! Then you go to the window and look up like you
know god is watching … you look down at the endless vehicle lines… and a
sigh!!! Which means that neither god nor any human being can understand your
pain let alone ease it…then you feel numb and sometime later you start to relax…</i></div>
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<i>Grieving is a process… it has stages ..from start to end …scientifically
around four.. (search on google).. so don’t you ever worry it will definitely
end..</i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">But have you ever been soul-broken? </span></i></h4>
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<i style="font-weight: normal;">Let us suppose .. we didn't make the call that I described
in the above paragraph .. then what would you feel.. imagine that person will
never come to know about your pain.. imagine not sharing.. not avenging.. just nursing
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heart that will never heal .. a broken soul.. that you carry everywhere .. all
the time… and even after years a soft touch on that wound would hurt like it
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<i>Soul Broken – a thriving wound..</i></h4>
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Sahibahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14707124668677353508noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538075492687572197.post-28947898067841621312012-11-15T23:27:00.002+05:302012-11-22T23:09:44.529+05:30Dear lamps!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sahibahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14707124668677353508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538075492687572197.post-60304324595793440942012-09-26T22:28:00.001+05:302012-09-26T22:28:57.470+05:30Enjoy waiting ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><i>Yet again I am on a aimless journey.. doing what I do best .. WAITING.. This time at the bus stand ... Initially I used to find it frustrating ..</i></b></div>
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<b><i>Like everyone I wanted to enjoy the end and not the "means"... But in my experience most of the times "end" is disappointing only because we spend a lotta energy building expectations while we wait... </i></b></div>
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<b><i>So here I am ... Waiting for the bus that has not arrived from last 45minutes and I guess is not expected in near future too... the strange part is that I didn't plan to take this trip while I left my place but here I am sitting in last row of the benches... I see all anxious faces .. waiting faces... </i></b></div>
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Sahibahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14707124668677353508noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538075492687572197.post-35476652857784375302012-09-04T23:36:00.002+05:302012-09-04T23:36:34.988+05:30What is love ?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><i>It is not about romantic kisses and passionate moments ... elaborate dinner dates and expensive presents (though i love presents) ... </i></b></div>
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<b><i>It is about fighting to eat fried rice while your partner wants to have hakka noodles...</i></b></div>
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<b><i>(*This actually happened with me)</i></b></div>
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Sahibahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14707124668677353508noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538075492687572197.post-30700095203126455282012-08-30T00:22:00.000+05:302012-08-30T00:27:20.745+05:30Freedom V/S loneliness<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><b>While I was walking back home from office I observed the green mountains . Yes !! i am at a godforsaken place that is surrounded by mountains ... I just wanted to drop going home and instead go visit the Palace on the mountain top (Yes that's true check " Bundi " ). </b></i><br />
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<i><b>That is what I always wanted - Freedom.. Freedom of thinking free... </b></i><br />
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<i><b>All those who are bogged down by family ties , job commitments , laziness , mental blocks etc.. have never tasted the happiness in free thought process... It is so much fun to "JUST DO IT " (not that!!!)</b></i><br />
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<i><b>Don't we all have a friend who we think is crazy... actually he is not .. he is just free.. free to live and think... free to drop that baggage and visit the palace at the mountain top , that you always wanted to...</b></i><br />
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<i><b>but then whats the downside ... you don't belong anywhere ... you don't belong to anybody...Nothing holds you back.. You are willing to go anywhere .. be with anyone and even alone... it doesn't matter.. Unlike your friends who wants to build a career in xyz city where their fiance lives or where their school was...But you , inspite of all the relationships and commitments will still never feel like anything is holding you back not even love... And sometimes on quite evenings freedom crosses the line and becomes loneliness... Thus its very important that we can stand our own self before asking for freedom...only then it will be worth it...</b></i></div>
Sahibahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14707124668677353508noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538075492687572197.post-26729476259842077752012-08-08T22:51:00.001+05:302012-08-08T22:57:40.462+05:30Being independent is a sin...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br /></div>Sahibahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14707124668677353508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538075492687572197.post-38006207183646854382012-08-07T23:03:00.002+05:302012-08-07T23:03:21.053+05:30Why I left ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i style="background-color: white;">didn't feel a thing</i></div>
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Sahibahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14707124668677353508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538075492687572197.post-702065925840863842012-04-15T13:14:00.003+05:302012-04-15T13:25:50.677+05:30I just want to fall in love<div style="text-align: center;"><span ><br /></span></div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS9uDMsYtRmQPwR2l2TdospRSD-y_par2HBR-ryP89GPFb6sr6Z1cG0tu99Bxo6ziTnhbKLSEAL365NnCIhusYFw5TPxWGjwiQZ2QaTrLrGCIfgA_YuuxMoujMnCTVRKi410GCG8rb8Uws/s1600/ryhj.jpg"></a></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzGKORfPa8v8c62Abp-Da79I45ZDFwsFRxTZKv26zCbKFGxAw6ubd7gjjI8pmn2kS95t_z_-BuOFQ_YQIOOhfQy5yb71NJ9pVo1Ez1yHaF0bH3J4sVKBe9JUItpIaIW3Mt7yrLht9XJ0W5/s1600/rtyui.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzGKORfPa8v8c62Abp-Da79I45ZDFwsFRxTZKv26zCbKFGxAw6ubd7gjjI8pmn2kS95t_z_-BuOFQ_YQIOOhfQy5yb71NJ9pVo1Ez1yHaF0bH3J4sVKBe9JUItpIaIW3Mt7yrLht9XJ0W5/s320/rtyui.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731532680954879218" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "><b><span><i>And you think I am kidding?</i></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "><b><span><i>When I hold your hand and tell you</i></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "><b><span><i>All the wonderful things …</i></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "><b><span><i>And you think I am kidding?</i></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "><b><span><i>When I skip a beat </i></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "><b><span><i>Every time you open the door…</i></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "><b><span><i>And you think I am kidding?</i></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "><b><span><i>That I can spend my life </i></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "><b><span><i>Just looking at you …</i></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "><span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS9uDMsYtRmQPwR2l2TdospRSD-y_par2HBR-ryP89GPFb6sr6Z1cG0tu99Bxo6ziTnhbKLSEAL365NnCIhusYFw5TPxWGjwiQZ2QaTrLrGCIfgA_YuuxMoujMnCTVRKi410GCG8rb8Uws/s320/ryhj.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731532930076163522" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px; " /><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: left; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "><b><span><i>Tell me who can love you more than I do?</i></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "><b><span><i>Who will think of you always and forever?</i></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "><b><span><i>And you think I am kidding?</i></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "><b><span><i>When I remember every little thing you ask for</i></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "><b><span><i>When I watch your chick flicks and send cheeky mails</i></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "><b><span><i>When I send you a three page long messages </i></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "><b><span><i>And a rose everyday …</i></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "><b><span><i>I just want to fall in love with you </i></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "><b><span><i>Over and over again ...</i></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "><b><span><i>And you still think I am kidding ?</i></span></b></p>Sahibahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14707124668677353508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538075492687572197.post-90250354081123492582012-03-07T21:10:00.005+05:302012-03-07T21:29:56.264+05:30What our lives are ?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-_9Ai48wcOXKTqb8vvAtHNPt-fbyDXUkGJHls6QYsVsnyPhWpab-0EjCfZUPmT7ALGwF8xNpOTQcDVm7Tsx-WuH406rF2D2lj1zf22bspra0Rq0d9gL5yKJzZTcE52XYZYPj0xi0gNyHP/s1600/1303454935193803.jpeg"><img style="display:block; 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"><b><span><i>"This is what lives are , aren't they ?</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span><i>Attempts to fill our time with activity designed to prevent us from realizing that there is no MEANING ? "</i></span></b></div></div>Sahibahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14707124668677353508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538075492687572197.post-54472656269354819892012-02-25T14:46:00.005+05:302012-02-26T19:48:31.828+05:30Happy Realisation!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEiMcly5d07D8Bc56276OeqvUlqg3G6jkBmWMYIKoJXxU-kyV1ogdoQMxNH6TEFpGm1gxXsPaGxnbCQiCfGBAMwTykVXKjiSU1tn_Rqbkz4L__4V35KbCiwjTZI_usnN4g0n4Q1nMf6rAE/s1600/2.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEiMcly5d07D8Bc56276OeqvUlqg3G6jkBmWMYIKoJXxU-kyV1ogdoQMxNH6TEFpGm1gxXsPaGxnbCQiCfGBAMwTykVXKjiSU1tn_Rqbkz4L__4V35KbCiwjTZI_usnN4g0n4Q1nMf6rAE/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713448217281197778" /></a><br /><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "></div><br /><span ><i><b><br /></b></i></span><div style="font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "><span ><i><b>That feeling of wanting to do one thing thinking that it will give you peace and then when you do it you are still restless... And you don't find peace ... in writing , in sleeping , in eating , in making love , in listening to your favourite songs... Relax!! Nothing, absolutely nothing in this world can cure you of "LIFE"... </b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span ><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span ><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; "><span ><i><b>HAPPY REALIZATION...</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; "><span ><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "></div>Sahibahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14707124668677353508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538075492687572197.post-57282254680944750462012-02-13T22:46:00.004+05:302012-02-13T23:27:07.955+05:30We find them and we lose them...<div style="text-align: center;"><img 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style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span >How hard it is to find someone</span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span >Who makes an effort to make you happy</span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span >Someone who would think about you </span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span >and smile all day long...</span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span ><br /></span></b></i></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span >Its funny how love gives clarity </span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span >And Confuses at the same time...</span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span >How can a chit chat for a minute</span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span >Becomes storytelling for a lifetime...</span></b></i></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span ><br /></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span >We find them and we lose them</span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span >We distrust them and we hurt them...</span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span >Some leave in smiles and some in tears</span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span >But that feeling is always cherished</span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span >Sometimes for a day or two</span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span >And sometime for all the years...</span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span ><br /></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span >"It is better to be in love and lost .. than never to have been in love at all "..... </span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Sahibahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14707124668677353508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538075492687572197.post-8115384238680666022012-01-27T00:34:00.007+05:302012-01-27T01:23:28.582+05:30Get a life !!!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilVTyBvhNW4lUz-EAc8nR8QG_vKDsXh-xHq_BpOdorGZtqYVRiUJyIPtcrrzXG-R1NN4FR5CAiPvaAjV_9QyvlctDI7VOQzrHrTx-5iF5syJLlLi1Mp2b1rDQI7ZhDcgnaRwcA3WWPN4Ui/s1600/coffee-drink-fashion-floral-girl-shirt-Favim.com-52123.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilVTyBvhNW4lUz-EAc8nR8QG_vKDsXh-xHq_BpOdorGZtqYVRiUJyIPtcrrzXG-R1NN4FR5CAiPvaAjV_9QyvlctDI7VOQzrHrTx-5iF5syJLlLi1Mp2b1rDQI7ZhDcgnaRwcA3WWPN4Ui/s320/coffee-drink-fashion-floral-girl-shirt-Favim.com-52123.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702028648690579474" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span>I am not thinking about the past</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span>Nor am I thinking of what will become of me...</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span>I am thinking about the coffee that I am drinking</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span>The brownie that I am eating</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span>But not about the life that I am living..</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span>Because I am not living it</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span>It is happening to me..</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span>So why waste time.. </span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span>Why think about what it would have been</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span>Why think about what is and what is it ?</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span>I have switched of the thinking button</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span>I am not ignorant , </span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span>I am just giving space to my "LIFE"</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span>I am letting it be..</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span> I am not trying to control it...</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span>I think I have stopped thinking about it at all times</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span>I don't even know whether this poem rhymes...</span></i></b></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span>My Dearest "Life" - "Please get a life!!!"</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span>I seriously have other things to do</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span>Than to bother about you ...</span></i></b></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoxSE30Iz7sAiksjMvq84-0wlcCNYWoKrP19Rf7JaAc3o-I62a1RVC4ET5D55iN0UbuZbwDt6fM5FSYQQLK8bkKxsn-3KGGh9P4jXLDfinI0Ag2bLrTOTG-5ZAEFHw5xaIIdHH-yt3XqvP/s320/tumblr_luzhtvTExI1qfcuk1o1_500_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702028946942870418" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 200px; " /><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div> </div>Sahibahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14707124668677353508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538075492687572197.post-29827184337764631682012-01-23T21:22:00.004+05:302012-01-23T21:30:06.376+05:30If only...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirEe_w9gs_BblROAMPfVUdVbCydkAWCMcFCXazZPbxtHob2kd_VUPzW7FLclzQ_3jdHPc7RLFmGRovbjA02zWv86jT4KGt1NW4GOKNxMH7ZDCVbHzFCePoSn7uuFYNrxa-74THMzR9s6Xf/s1600/Sleeping+couple.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirEe_w9gs_BblROAMPfVUdVbCydkAWCMcFCXazZPbxtHob2kd_VUPzW7FLclzQ_3jdHPc7RLFmGRovbjA02zWv86jT4KGt1NW4GOKNxMH7ZDCVbHzFCePoSn7uuFYNrxa-74THMzR9s6Xf/s400/Sleeping+couple.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700857556960788482" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span>There are times when I think of holding your hand and never let you go…</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span> There are times when I think of mingling your soul with mine… </span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span>If only I could lie next to you and cuddle you so tight…</span></i></b></p> <span style="line-height: 115%; "><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="line-height: 115%; "><i><span> I would be a peaceful woman with sleepless nights…</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="line-height: 115%; "><i><span><br /></span></i></b></div></span>Sahibahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14707124668677353508noreply@blogger.com0