Waiting for You

I have one more hour to go

I don’t know what to do

The sun has set, the sky is blue

Oh baby I am waiting for you

I know you have been busy

Your thoughts make me dizzy

We gonna meet after 5 days

May be we could dance in the rains

The smileys you send me every time

My cheeks blush and my eyes shine

You in my life are a lucky chime

Would you tell me that you are mine?

- 06/06/2014

Look for the Signs

Well I hope it turns out I post it. It’s been a long time i have not posted in this blog. Well it does not mean that i have stopped writing or blogging, it’s just the blogs are so personal to share. I was having a walk along the roadways and its funny i was talking to myself. Many people do that and do not accept it. I know. Does not matter, I love talking to myself aloud. I am not ashamed of it. I am not crazy. It’s normal to talk to yourself. I was wondering how everyone is different from each other. In today’s world where people like to be fake so that they can impress each other and make others love them, I do the opposite. I don’t understand why I expose the vulnerability that does not even exist in in me. May be to get the true fact or its just happens I have no idea. In a world where people impress others, i make people hate me. It’s knowingly or unknowingly, idk, but  I repel people.

Born to Die

(Diary of a teenager 0707)


You said it is the game of lights. I could not get it out of my mind. I was so fascinated by flickering rhythmic lights that they made a mirror to the happiness in my life. The red color in which we sat for hours talking and cuddling, I could fill the warmth of your body like the steam of a freshly brewed coffee; irresistible and I craved for more.

We all are going to HELL!

From the diaries---

Today was a same day as every day. It’s just that I had to rush to station early because my uncle has to drop her wife to the airport. Oh well. I try to avoid locals as much as I can so I go daily to my office with uncle. It’s on his way so he drops me almost every day. So even if I need to get my ass off my bed in morning 7.30, which I normally do by 8 I managed somehow to do it. There I came to bus stop. Now this is the funny part. Every day I go to bus stop expecting to catch a bus like everybody else and save around 50 bucks daily but it seldom happens. I end up reserving a cab. Today I was standing at the bus stop waving my hand vertically- a gesture to halt cabs. There was standing a man, aged 60. He inquired me whether I am going to station. When I nodded he asked, ”Would you like to share a cab till station?” I was like cool, why not. Of course. No harm in being with an old person in the morning.

Zindagi- Life.

Today radio played every song on the word mentioned above, zindagi meaning life.

• Zindagi kaisi hai paheli haye
• Zindagi ke safar me gujar jate hai
• Zindagi pyaar ka geet hai isse har roz gana padega

Right now I could only recollect these three songs. There were one or two more.

I like to philosophise things. For me it’s all serendipity. Life gives you clues and hints to help you in making choices and taking decisions; you just have to be that smart enough to read these signals.

I had to do a lot of things before I die. The list is long and something or the other keeps on adding.