Some people come in life , make us to promise , then they suddenly went away...disappear. I wait, wait again and then that wait turn endless, but not the mean less. because there lies a hope, also a question, why suddenly they went away living besides a promise which is to be fulfil for them only.
ohh wind..! i am waiting, i will till a long time. what else i can do, i have learned only a few things, one of them is wait, the other one is to breath and tolerate. rest torments, memory , nostalgia. & remember if you come , i will be there, but don't come too late, possibly my waiting eyes get tired & it cause blurry in my eyes or when it came to end you came.
the last moment is the best , rejoice.
"True paradise are the paradise which we lost"
while writing , if i use my brain i am nothing, i have nothing to write, it should be just from the heart. for me writing is truly when i write without thinking, like free style dancing. without any boundation, any rule, limits. only occurring naturally , in its own rhythm. like poetry, sketching, reading and nature, like the one which i never...people should know that this 300grams muscle called heart, have entire world in itself.
i did what i say, now you have to come to find it, wherever you are, you have to come because you also promise me something. and the promise i have given is to you not for the people. so wind you blow fast, eyes you wait for some, almighty make me to breath some more time..& you dear fate now please don't ruin my life. stop ruining...
old memories, new grief, this winter's morning and cloudy day, "gulzar" lyriced song, dilemma , some regret. and prepraining mind for copmliting old promise, but suddenly found that for the person whom i am is no more here now. then for whom all these- now for own happiness, to get feeling of content.
still lies a hope, they will come . there is a place which is far away , beyond distance. May be from there one day wind will blow and touch me so swiftly that it will give me the feel of there presence, they are reading me, looking me.ohh wind..! i am waiting, i will till a long time. what else i can do, i have learned only a few things, one of them is wait, the other one is to breath and tolerate. rest torments, memory , nostalgia. & remember if you come , i will be there, but don't come too late, possibly my waiting eyes get tired & it cause blurry in my eyes or when it came to end you came.
the last moment is the best , rejoice.
"True paradise are the paradise which we lost"
while writing , if i use my brain i am nothing, i have nothing to write, it should be just from the heart. for me writing is truly when i write without thinking, like free style dancing. without any boundation, any rule, limits. only occurring naturally , in its own rhythm. like poetry, sketching, reading and nature, like the one which i never...people should know that this 300grams muscle called heart, have entire world in itself.
i did what i say, now you have to come to find it, wherever you are, you have to come because you also promise me something. and the promise i have given is to you not for the people. so wind you blow fast, eyes you wait for some, almighty make me to breath some more time..& you dear fate now please don't ruin my life. stop ruining...
