What a woman wants?

Love, sex and money … not necessarily in the same order … every girl has different priorities but largely you can categorise it into these three..

So voila!! We now know what we want.. So what’s the problem then?

The problem is how to get it…

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 …

Much worse... What if you find it in different men...? And for a matter of fact you will!!

Imagine what a mess!!!

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...

Sorry to break your bubble girlfriend but Life just got tougher…

Being independent is a sin...

I was not thinking…

I just wanted to prove myself to you …But every time I do that your criteria changes…

You resemble my parents…

While I achieve the greatest heights in my career ,they regret my education just because I don’t listen to them…

And all the times they said that they have sacrificed everything to make me study seems so meaningless now…

That’s what we all are right!! We create buildings just to accuse them of their heights..

We want make our children independent but we use every possible trick to cripple them … to make them realize our importance...

And if this doesn't happen we accuse them of being too independent...

When did we draw a line between being independent and being too independent…?

Life would be so easy if we could choose whether to let go or to hold on … nothing in between will give peace…

Celebrating rain...

It poured 

I observed

didn't feel a thing

That mushy feeling...

Thanks for the classy setting

and the lovely dinner

for the champagne glasses

and musical notes

Not a hint of elation

not a shred of pain

But its strange 

not the same any more

I guess 

my heart has stopped celebrating rain...

Whiling away time...

whiling away time...

whiling away life...

You need not make sense out of everything ..

drop that burden... drop it...

You need not make it meaningful,useful...

You need not use every single moment judiciously ...

You need not spend every single penny wisely ..

You need need not be a selfless person..

You need need not be a helping friend always...

You need not be the best performer...

you need not be a dedicated lover...

You need not be always available...

You need not be polite...

You can live for yourself...

You can act

You can lie

You can hurt consciously

you can be mean

you can fake

You can cry

you can hide

you can ignore

you can be boring

you can speak loudly

you can brag

You can crib

You can be strange

You can be stupid

You can change

I understand you... i do ..and I will let you be...

I am with you in your journey of meaninglessness...

You are free from the burden of making sense...

You are free from the burden of being yourself...

You can be someone else...

You can be any damn thing in the world ...

Original or copied...

I will try to accept you with open heart...

Whiling away time...

whiling away life..

trust me u can while away things...everyone does.. its peaceful in a way...

I carry no more that sense of touch..

I carry no more

That Sense of touch

that thing called love

we had so much...

Between separation and possession

it seems,

I have got u but

I have lost myself...

And when I sleep at night without you;

Nothing more comes to my mind,

A state of non feeling

That surrounds me;

And neutrality that creeps in.

It’s been years since

I have been standing here,

But I have stopped waiting it seems.

No despair

Just boredom and no strength

to look for you

even a glance or stare.

I shut the drapes

the sunlight reminds me of the darkness

that exists.

And sometimes I stop breathing

to maintain

the loud silence that persists.

When the cold wind touches me

Wherever your fingerprints lie,

It neither hurts me nor loves me

like it used to

While I lie there naked and shy...

The world is just so busy; so engrossed,

to fill the gaps and emptiness,

to complete the incomplete stories;

to cover the carefully built distances.

And here I lay wide awake

thinking about no gaps to fill,

no games to play.

Just shouting in oblivion

with nothing

absolutely nothing to say....

Written almost an year back..