Aug 25, 2008

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.