He writes for me-An Ode

Here comes one of the most special post of this blog. Long back I had promised you all will make him do a guest post here, remeber ? Well here it is
I am speechless right now, by this unexpected gesture.So I'll get back to you all later.Meanwhile read it and hopefully you all will get it why do I love him the way I do :)

You may not be the most beautiful person on this earth, but you surely, are one of those cutie-pies on this earth, who never think once before giving their all. You have helped in every sphere of life. You are a clear soul. You are beautiful. I don't really understand what makes you feel that you aren't. You irritate me a lot when you say that. x-( grrrr....I feel like slapping you hard when we are at disparity. Anyways, change your habit of disagreeing with me at every point. I simply hate it! Feel like nabbing your neck at such moments. :P

I will miss these days a few days later. They have been the most exciting and enjoyable days to me. I had never imagined that you would bring me happiness unbound. You know what... you have helped me at stages I would never have expected help from the most trustworthy people.

We are often at loggerheads at this, arguably, feeble stuff: "You don't understand me." Well, I do. I understand you a lot. You, probably, will never know how much. That doesn't vex me, because at unfathomable depths of my heart, I know I care. Hence, it shouldn't vex you.

Trust me... I have never found a person like you. Never! I am skeptical if will ever find one. What are you created of? What is your genesis? Human? amm... perhaps, not. Do you feed on ambrosia? I ask that because you don't seem human. You hardly exhibit virtues of a human soul. It is divine. I feel honoured to be with you, when your closest friends have either never met you, or do not get to meet you often.

Do not crumbled under the notion that I don't care, and don't get emotional. You know I am a sentimental fool. There is something I'd like to bring to your attention. You know why you are not at good terms with people around you? You are in a bad world, baby. This place lacks people like you. When they find their characteristics bickering with yours, they are bound to create commotion. It doesn't mean that you are at fault. Angels are destined to be at conflict with demons. (And you know that most people here even look like them. For instance, A*i****, *i**). Your amateurish dreams often make me smile. Your figments are so fabricated that they enable me envisage your mind and purity of your soul. Our li'l scuffles, my paranoic demands, will probably, never make me forget you. I may, somedays later, reproach 'Time' for its graduation in crescendo. I wish I could be here forever; I wish I could depend upon you forever. This post is getting on my nerves now. I can feel plethora of emotions pushing against my cornea, ready to make their way out as tears. I wish I could hold time. I wish I could take you along.

life.....

Only eyes will cry, not a single soul will weep
I feel this will happen, when for ever I'll sleep
I'm torn inside, inside only I cry
knowing it makes no difference whether i live or die
now I only breathe,I died long back
and people now think its emotions I lack
no-one to share my feelings, my soul always wept
the sorrows passed away, but the pain is still kept
the whole wide world alone I roam
and live in a lonely room, in a lonely home
when spring gives earth a new song to dance
it's my heart afraid of breaking that won't take a chance
then sunrays greet and turn everything to gold
but my heart remains cold
when earth gets a new life from the rain
there is nothing to look forward to, it was all in vain
then winter comes and another year will end and again
I wonder whether my life will ever mend
will there ever be someone, someone by my side?
but now its too late because long back I died

On my own........

I can’t do it. I have tried to do it so many times but I just can’t. Perhaps, I won’t. Yes, I am too shy to show you all my vulnerable side. I am too weak to make it clear. It’s an emotional suicide.

It doesn’t look like I can give anyone anything. I haven’t slept. I can’t connect. Am I crazy? I laugh too loud. I have no tears to cry. Sometimes I want to cry.

But, these feelings…. These feelings won’t go away. You know it is not easy. These thoughts don’t leave me. These feelings won’t go away. They have been knocking me all over the place. I keep thinking in the moment that time will take them away. But these feelings won’t go away.

So, here I stand. I can’t turn away. And I don’t want to cause you all any pain. But I can’t communicate.
So here I am.
And here I stand.
On my own again.

At a loss to describe it.......

There is something comforting about talking to you before going to bed at night. I can’t quite put my finger on it but I know there is something different about the whole ritual. Something feels right when I blab about absolutely nothing at all with my eyes half closed. May be it is the combination of a tired body and a sleepy mind but it does feel kind of… umm… what’s the word? I can’t find a word!

Perhaps it’s because hearing your voice keeps me warm or maybe it is the way you wish me good night that put me in an almost…. (again, what’s the word?!)


I like talking to you. I like struggling for words while my mind drifts into slumber. I like having the feeling that when I wake up in the morning I'll talk to you again. I think it is the confidence of knowing and believing that keeps me satisfied and sends me peacefully to the dream world every night.

It’s just that magical feeling. Again, I can’t put my finger on it… but you know the feeling I am talking about, right?
:-)