out of sleep.

it is so embarrassing.few hours befoe when i am deep lost in the sweetest of day-dreams and the ring of my phone leads to a serious disturbance with its shakes and yell.all i do is have a look at the first letter of the callers name and say yeah hello and why do you have to call when am dreaming so well.now p stands for papa and also for priya,payal,puja,pragya ... i expect the later.an illusion.then follows,oh papa,trying to use all the sophistries my soporific brain could afford,how are you,i am sorry actually was having some sleep- i didnt think you would call,how is it there,do you have any idea about the match score and i kept blabbering almost for a minute.and then i realsie once again how much i love him.if there would be one thing which could have an effect on me is he.an inspiration to prove,to become,to lead,to win,to change.his thoughts are so exactly correct always.he is the best when he attempts at being friendly and i feel the laughter stabbing my stomach.if i could define love,it would be he and i share,mom and me have,what my sisters have for me.still,i dont believe in love and i would never i believe.

making a sense is posible.

a faint memory shivers me when its cold in night.dreams take me to the other side and i get struck in the only moment i felt defeated in my life till now.i believe i should not cry and would never.when storm comes i feel a sense of symmetry around me and i hate the eclipses.i like the soaring waves and the autumn leaves only because they are a part of nature.if i had a chance to ride in the space i will go to pluto and shout back for an answer from the god,who i believe in.this is a hive of thoughts which leaves me filled with a pack of questions.all unanswered.falling in love is not true because i have started to believe in this changed world that truth is a gone story.love a girl and you stand at the threshold of becoming a foolish devdas,too foolish indeed.the rule of life should be to be selfish,and who doesnt break the rules.funny.even i did.i am a happy person with tremendous belief in the nature and the power of brain.being contemporary is as antagonistic to succeeding as is a poem to a demon.still i feel proud in not being what i was never meant to be.the serendipity is ahead and i am waiting for you.bryan adams says,here i am,this is me and nowhere else on earth would it rather be.