Sunday, November 27, 2011

Dusted Pollen Travelling All The Way To Reach You

When not in this world, you only have to think you are being thought by someone
A matter of memory
Why take more pain.
Years are never short...only pain is long..
Happiness is just like a pimple in your teenage..
Age! leaves you with cheated heart
Factors that are influencing most at a moment are the most repulsive one's at other moment
Such an inflexible one is your mind when you look deep into it
Otherwise you care less, it care less
Ends are dusted pollen meant to grow when fallen on something real
Wind takes them to there destinations
Do they have a choice or do they really care where they are falling
The world is going to grow its seed no matter where it falls
Winters are moody
I went out searching for room heaters last year
As dew on a glass
I touched those drops of memories...delicate, misty, soft, fresh..
You know how I feel
I wish I was a bird which can fly anywhere without permissions









Super proud

 My little brother is no more little.. He has grown up so big that now he went to a new country to study I feel quite proud of him and also ...