This one is for you Google ..

Whoever said that there is no  psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face was a genius … From my end i can say that dogs are miracles with paws .. They give unconditional love and for me they are the symbol of being alive !! and yes scratch a dog once and you’ll find a permanent job hehehehe am sure all the dog lovers will agree with it ….Whoever said you can’t buy happiness forgot little puppies

I’ll be there for you When the rain starts to pour..

I have many acquaintances but my friends are very rare. Before meeting you I was always looking for that true and trusting friend with whom I can share my secrets. You have always comforted and advised me and never even fr a second have disowned me. You ROCK man…… To me you seem to be the JOEY of my life ….. FRIENDSHIP personified is nobody but YOU ………………………….. I dedicate I’ll be there for you by REMBRANDTS to you ……… So no one told you life was gonna be this way Your jobs a joke, you’re broke, your love life’s D.O.A. It’s like you’re always stuck in second gear And it hasn’t been your day, your week, your month, or even your year but.. I’ll be there for you When the rain starts to pour I’ll be there for you Like I’ve been there before I’ll be there for you ‘Cuz you’re there for me too… You’re still in bed at ten And work began at eight You’ve burned your breakfast So far… things are goin’ great

Reality borders …

There are days when I’m not sure if I’m alive or dead I am walking over the

knife’s edge .The borders of my Reality are rebuilding one moment they feel

solid then next like thin water (no use of swimming) I brush my long hair and

cover the scars and make sure no one can tell what goes on inside my mind.

Secret Keys

Written by someone whose words will touch your soul .The poet prefers to be anonymous……

Once upon a time, in absence of sunshine,    
I was on my bed, acting to be dead.

A thought came in my mind, why I m not refined,
“why I m so strange, not ready to change,”

I heard this million tons, from my near and dear ones,
Can you tell me please, where are my secret keys,

A thought came in my mind, why I act like a child,
“why I m not mature, and nobody’s there to cure,”
I feel this many time, what makes me a little grime,
Can you tell me please, where are my secret keys,

These thoughts are very true,
But I don’t know how to pass through,
I know my secret keys are there,
lying with someone or somewhere,

Please give me back my keys, I beg you on my knees,
I will always remember you, whether the sky is black or blue,
I will always pray for you, whether it will help a lot or a few,
Please give me back my keys, I beg you on my knees.

Lost Lost Lost

Lost in thoughts

Lost in pain
Lost in love
Lost in death

Lost in colors

Lost in life
Lost without love

Lost with love
LOST LOST LOST

Lost in lanes

Lost in friends

Lost in sound

Lost in me   Lost in YOU …..

I am your flower

Yesterday an innocent flower bent with the breeze.

And waved in the wind
and then you came along, stooped down to kneel in the dirt,
you touched  its petals felt its soft leaves.
you picked the flower and placed it into your hand.

In the glass of water the flower remained vibrant and strong
Not confined but free and freedom brings its own nourishment.
Nourishment  that was missing in the ground.
You chose the flower above the rest and picked her to be yours.

I am your Flower.

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Untroubled …

Who am I no one cares or knows,

My friends remember me like a memory lost;

My woes are the by-prodcuts of my self-indulgence.

They rise and calm down ,

Like the lost oblivion or the pure shades in love

yet living with the shadows

I want to escape to a place where man has never stepped

A place where a girl has never wept or smiled

There I will unite with my creator – My God

And I will sleep as I used to in my childhood -sweetly

Untroubled wherever I lie;

Thinking …….

Hanging upside down on a branch of a tree feeling the warmth of the colored sky seeing the green colour spreading up once I leave the sun will go down and the summer will end Will we have the night the rain drops dancing as it used to soft as water and colorful as rainbow colorful colors dropping opening my heart with immortal memories we had with each other.

Am Romantic ……

 

I have read several romantic stories Twilight,Romeo and Juliet the small romantic sections  of Harry Potter and more So you can call me a romantic and I will agree with you  because I am one .

The Perfect Piece

While walking on the road on a bright sunny day I came across a torn umbrella on the street. I tried to walk past it but couldn’t take it out of my mind. What was so special about it I was not able to figure it. After crossing few blocks I took a U turn and started walking towards that torn Umbrella . 

I picked it up and looked at it with an eagle eye. There has to be something which must have caught my attention. I tried to hold it upright and “ZAPACK” a thought ran over my crazy head. I tried holding it upright again and felt the same thing. Under the umbrella it was a new world for me I felt as  if I have  lived before this lifetime and was  curious to explore who or what I might have been. There was something mysterious about that thing. Went home tried to fix it. I changed the cloth with a beautiful satin piece , the old rusty latch with a new sparkling automatic steel button and varnished the handle a shiny black. Wow I was amazed at my creative skills. Once the revamping of the umbrella was done I opened it again. ………..

And to my surprise nothing happened , I tried doing it again but the result was same. The Umbrella had lost its Magic. I brooded over this thought for days and finally came to this conclusion – “Everything in our lives is in Umbrella sometimes torn sometimes in the fringe. It is up to us to enjoy the various hues of the Umbrella instead of striving for the perfect piece. ”