love needs help

when being in love is not enough,

when going gets really tough,

when you feel scared now and then,

and when days dont seem to end,

love needs help.

i know that feeling perfectly well,

when you feel all alone,

when you dont feel cared,

when you need a little reassurance,

and you're out in the cold,

love needs help.

those times of day i know by heart,

when you need someone by side,

but the one's far apart,

it's those times that are dark,

when in your eyes there's no spark,

when you smile a lonely smile,

love needs help.

fridays!

fridays!! i so await for fridays... even if it means get up real early in the morning and do practically everything in the house and take a hurrid bath and rush to catch a train... (the train is not so irritating so much for its real empty and the weather outside is cool and windy. and the train runs faster too somehow in the morning so its the anticipation that runs in me too)
and then reach college and wait dreamy eyed for a man to come and talk about.... ummm.. nothing else but... why parvez musharraf resigned and what impact will it have on india? ---- blabber about rajdeep sardesai---- how our home ministry is hopless? --- how rajdeep sardesai plays cricket and has many years of humble experience.--- how basically our entire nation is corrupt. --- how rajdeep sardesai should be THE PM and rule the country.---
so all he talks of is jornalism, reporting, rajdeep sardesai, politics, circket, more of rajdeep sardesai, cybercrime, his fearless reporting, cnn ran by RAJDEEP SARDESAI! but i really dont mind... coz that man is great and he's cute! and more importantly i'm in love with him!
yes... thats it! he's so adorable but he still has so much of knowledge. and such crazy stories he's done. god, if only i could be with him all the time to see how he works and come sout with brilliant stories. now thats why my fridays are special. its his lecture that day. i dont mind when he comes late... thats every lecture... coz he gives us so much (filter rajdeep sardesai ofcourse)
yeyeyeyeiiiii... i want a mentor like him... young, responsible, cute, adorable but still sensible and gutsy. wanting t give more, himself wanting more, full of passion, youthful not restless.... ambitious and aiming for stars.. dreamy but achiever...... i want to work under him.... god, heveans!

BREAKING NEWS : A NEW VIRAL FEVER EPIDEMIC IN THE CITY

22 june, 2007
mumbai
according to the reoprts of the indian medical association a new viral fever has attacked the city. the lethal virus, Suffocative Brains Immune System, more commonly known as SBI, is spreading throughout the city. the new report on the virus say that it may have already attcked nationwide makeing this vioral fever epidemic a national emmergency situation.
the first signs of th virus were found when the news spread that state bank of india (SBI) is recruiting thousands of young candidates through a nationwide entrance exam. the position offered was of branch clerk along with other benefits as PA, TA, Mediclaim and PF securing the young candidates future.
the virus reportedly centers its attack on the brain of the victim. it destroys the grey cells taking away the rational thinking capacity of the victim. the fever also takes away the capability of man to think differntly and dream. if the fever persists, it leads to the terrible condition of a very narrow mind and inability to foresee. strangely enough, the virus does not affect possesser of the virus as though physical death does not occur, it may lead to suffocation
the virus is lethal and attacks people beyond the age group of 45 years. parents with young teenagers especially in media or other such creative fields are most common victims of this fever. strangely enough, the virus does not affect possesser of the virus as it does to the young teenage offspring of the posseesor. most horrific results are seen when both the parents are the carriers of the deadly virus SBI. the teenager goes through a series of violent ouburts or depression. though physical death does not occur, the fever results in suffocation of the soul and dreams and destruction of trust towards parents. the fever may also result in high frustration levels and lead to situations like leaving the house or suicide for the teenagers.

untrotten

Dont be scared
lost you make your way...
you do find a path
in the untrotten
yes, the blowing wind is new and cold
shaken... nothing to hold on
hang on... your dreams are not lost
you're not alone
you can make it
just keep going
leave behind a trail
of success and failure
of tears and joy
of defeat and win
leave behind a mark
of learning and faltering
letting go and not clutching
look back and smile
its the time to move on...
to another undiscovered world
to learn an invent there
dont be scared
lost, you make your way
you do build a castle
in the unknown

A year later the sun smiled and now I’m finally on track he thought. He smiled as he looked at her. All he wanted was to be lost in her eyes, those dark shimmering eyes and be lost forever. There was no hurt now, just a simple smile in those eyes. Oh, how much of hurt he had caused her. Just the thought of how he had betrayed her love made him nauseatically sorry. Pardon me for my sins, lord’ he prayed silently wondering if god would be listening to these prayers, ‘for the pain that I’ve caused to my beloved. My foolishness had these beautiful eyes vanish under the clouds of pain for long. Forgive my sins my lord. Forgive.’
He looked back again her, facing her beautiful naïve face. There she was, after all the pain he had caused her , still standing infront of him. ‘How much love is there for me in that heart? That it’s still ready to accept this man who betrayed the very love we shared.’ He thought feeling a sense of love and respect for her that he’d never felt. “I am sorry” he finally said. She muttered an almost silent reply, “lets go home” a tear drop appeared from the corner of her eye. He held her close in the chilling winter as they walked. He felt her warmth and said ‘god, I’m really heading home’
As he opened the door of their home, where once again they were going to lay the foundation of a trusting marriage, he kissed her. He felt those tender lips and kissed them like he was asking for forgiveness. He could together feel The remorse of leaving her and relief of her having forgiven him. A warmth was settling in him, freeing him of guilt. It was an explosion of happiness he could feel inside him.
Agape of the explosion he opened his eyes. There she was, after all the pain he had caused her, still standing infront of him with a gun in her hand. A stream of warm blood trickled from his forehead. As she muttered an almost silent prayer, ‘forgive me lord for my sin, for I could not forgive him…’

The man said, “I am not romantic and I cant express my love for you” and she smiled and said, “yes, its true. When you hug me, when you kiss me, when you feel so relieved and calm to finally hold me near, when you just want to listen to my voice, when you want to sit infront of me when I’m visiting the bathroom sick 10 times a day, when you tickle me, when you stop if it hurts, when you keep the call if my dad comes, when you crib about my cellphone, when you tell me I’ll stand next to you throughout, when you leave me to explore out alone, when ou make crazy plans to see me, when you see me from the auto while going, when you tell me to come down from my house at 12 in the night, when you really stand below my balcony at 12 in the night, when you come in shorts to eat an icecream, when oyu eat mcalu tikki with me, when while eating you criticize it, when you call me a brhamin, even more so when you ask the same Brahmin to marry you, when you call me short, when you call me a cat, when you make weird noises, when I understand the language behind these noises, when you try to dance just because I want to dance, when you want to save yourself till marriage, when you want to get married now, when you want to spend the night with me, when you leave a note saying ‘see you later sleeping beauty’ next to my coushion, when after that night watching me sleep becomes your favorite pastime, when you listen to all my problems, when you agree to see a crap movie with me, when later you laugh about it, when you leave your dinner and come to pick me up, when you light 19 candles for me, when you wear formals for me, when you make that face when you get late, when you let me take your picture, when you fantasise with me about our marriage plans, when you suddenely shout ‘what a cute girlfriend I have’ on the phone, when you say I cant express my love for you…. My darling, unknowingly, every minute you do….

distant friend

i think i'm losing out on u friend!

but i dont know how to help it

it seems like now u dont really listen to me

the smile looks fake

the eyes which once showed an emotion

are dry and neutral now

the silence is not golden

but rather an imaptient question

how long does this have to go on?

why such coldness?

why the feeling of being matter of fact?

i tried, i tried very hard to come back

but somehow its just impossible

u seem to have made up ur mind

happy with the new ones that u have

maybe i'm the old past

i'm not even trying now though it hurts

its ur decision, u've taken it

let the silence remain...

untill it hurts u...