Cold

Don’t know why I am feeling so cold…so lone..as I had felt last September….I don’t want to be numb as always…quite and suffering with the pain…No, I don’t want to give pain to others because they don’t deserve it…the most beautiful people in the world..they can’t tolerate it… Some days can be boring like this…Sweety [...]

Vows !!!!

I left you miles and miles away…… With vows to meet again….. I try to behold….your image…. In the clouds…I ‘d flown away… In the waves….I’d sailed ……. Feels like you are here…. In the air…clouds…and waves…

Its you everytime…

I try to avoid you…get away from you but I you are so attached that you cannot be left away so easily…Things remind me of you….so much….I got an old newspaper…with something rolled in it…and guess what there was your name….Phew !!…I cannot tolerate… You are like a boil…..painful…..Very much indeed…which needs  a lot of [...]

Rainbow…

A band of Seven Colours Seven Doors of Hope What if one is closed… There are still six more…. Pandora’s box of tragedy… Preserved hope in it…. Sysipusian mystery…. Of rolling up boulder… A hope indeed… Rainbow….. A band of seven colours… Seven doors of hopes… What if one is closed… There are six more… Six [...]

Well, I hope….

Utopia… I am imagining that I am so happy…so happy that nothing can match my happiness and nothing can challenge it. I am thinking of hoping that nothing has ever happened to me. Why this real world and real people are so annoying…is this my own feeling…or it is real…No, I am writing utopia…( i fear [...]

Ideals….

A dream of a perfect life……….. A wait for the perfection………. ” Perfection” becomes ideals and it becomes ambition. Ambition or Ambitions? A journey that starts after “conception”…..a journey begins being of thumbnail size….and the journey ends..likewise….in the form of ashes. Ideals of life..are somehow fascinating so much that we remain fantasizing it ever and ever [...]

Renaissance…

I can die but I cannot be defeated. So I am here reviving myself my creator. Renassiance was waiting for me or I was waiting for renaissance. Here I am reviving my self, my sentiments and my emotions and truly saying me myself, the true sweta. Renaissance means revival of Grek art and culture in [...]