My valentine... you are not well in time dear!

Background Score: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYRgPWTkfpE

14022012 without you...

I tried so hard, my dear to show
That you're my every dream
Yet, you're afraid each thing I do
Is just some evil scheme
A memory from your lonesome past
Keeps us so far apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold, cold heart

Another love before my time
Made your heart sad and blue
And so my heart is paying now
For things I didn't do
In anger unkind words are said
That make the teardrops start
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold, cold heart

You'll never know how much it hurts
To see you sit and cry
You know you need and want my love
Yet you're afraid to try
Why do you run and hide from life?
To try it just ain't smart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold, cold heart?

There was a time when I believed
That you belonged to me
But now I know your heart is shackled to a memory
The more I learn to care for you
The more we drift apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold, cold heart

55s and Then Some

http://fiftyfivefun.blogspot.com/2012/01/nine-months.html

कुछ सपने दुबारा फिर कभी नहीं दिखते...

बहुत कुछ कहना था
कुछ सवाल भी थे
पर हमेशा की तरह, वक़्त कम था |
घडी भर देखना चाहा
पर नज़रों की उधेड़ बुन लगी रही
और हमेशा की तरह वक़्त कम था |
बहुत कुछ सुनना चाहती थी
कुछ महसूस भी तो करना था
पर कैसे? वक़्त कम था |
एक सदी बाद मिले,
क्या कुछ/कोई बदला था?
शायद तुम? मै?
नहीं! जो बदला था वह "हम" था |
ये सच है,
मैने सबसे ज्यादा तुम्हारी चाहत को चाहा
आज मिलन में वो सच थोडा कम था |
वही तुम, वही मै, कुछ प्यार-सा भी था
बातें भी वही
नहीं था तो शायद वो हमदम था |
हंसी भी थी
पर वो ख़ुशी नहीं
शायद समां ही कुछ नम था |
आज कुछ भी हो
कल क्या होगा
बस यही एक ग़म था |
काश छुपा पाती तुम्हे अपने ही अन्दर
फिर कभी भी कुछ कम न होता | 

Schizophrenia..

Dear You,

If you’re reading this, then it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it. So, good for me. You don’t know me very well, but if you get me started I have a tendency to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. But this, this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write. There is no easy way to say this so, I’ll just say it. I met someone... It was an accident. I wasn’t looking for it. It wasn’t in the make. It was the perfect storm. She said one thing and I said another. Next thing I knew, I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation.

Now, there’s this feeling in my gut... She might be the one... She’s completely nuts in a way that makes me smile, highly neurotic. A great deal of maintenance required. She is you. That’s the good news. The bad is that I don’t know how to be with you right now, and it scares the shit out of me. Because I have messed up in the past. But if I am not with you right now, I have this feeling that we’ll get lost out there... It’s a big bad world full of twists and turns, and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment; the moment that could have changed everything! I don’t know what’s going on with us, and I can’t tell you why you should trust a leap of faith on the likes of me, but damn you smell good!! Like home... like that hill-top flower. And you make excellent coffee. That’s gotta count for something, right? Call me.

Unfaithfully yours,
You-Know-Who

If You Forget Me...

I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land. But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda 

Forgiveness

You cannot go around and keep a score. If you keep a score on the good things and the bad things, you'll find out that you're a very miserable person. God gave man the ability to forget, which is one of the greatest attributes you have. Because if you remember everything that's happened to you, you generally remember that which is the most unfortunate!


Today-a quarter ago.

Good morning to good night...

Some day, someone will come into your life and will love you the way you always wanted.
If your someday was yesterday, learn.
If your someday is tomorrow, hope.
If your someday is today, cherish!!

You are perfect for me...

Love you and miss you... :(