I am proud of all the poems that I ever wrote. They sometimes appear to me, foolish, silly and stupid, may not be too furnished for a blog post. I am yet to distinguish if I will make a successful writer or poet. Your poetess! I still am enrapt with the genuine selfless love of yours (Why?) that You once promised me of. But I have not stopped writing, then of course. I met you and have successfully portrayed your presence in my life through my lame poems. I am proud still. That I am writing, that I did taste love once. That I do love still to endure and yearn for true love. With every song playing in my heart, I am struggling hard to cry. So I too will have a happy day.
I could not make upto my class today, because of the rain ( that I have loved so much to have it ruin my presentation, not really ) and a virus in my PC and an uncaring brother.
This morning when I opened my horoscopes, they sharply read, it is Your day. ‘ Someone will be very annoying to you. But then tolerate, because it IS their special day ‘ and the day before, ‘ A friend is gonna open up to you today and you gonna be very good friends ‘ That night I heard you crying on the phone and listened to your pretences, believing your lies, just as I always do.
We are very good friends? I always was and I wanted to be your very best long time friend. You wanted me to love you. I was being submissive, because I did not want to lose the friend in You. May be, Robert did understand the fact well and better enough. A matured old man that he is. I am proud of a man like that and would want a similar soulmate with the smiles of you and a childlike OMG from Sree, and sensual touches from Alexis, literateur Rajat. Oh hell, what do I really want and where am I? God, take me in before I am lost into the oblivions again.
I wish I could write as beautiful as U my beautiful friend. That you are in love. I can smell it too, smell that something is brewing. Where and who is the lady, to love and enchant your dreams?
And oh, my dear Miss Aditi, and the pretty cool song, kabhi kabhi aditi. Are you not the blessed one, cute gal. A lovely Deborah, my beautiful daisy queen, bold and wisest among all, loved and lost and yet winning too. And one long time old friend, Sigrid to have been with me for the longest time, through the thicks and the thins.
Should I not tell you, how I love the morning hours that encourage me to write, write more and write beautiful and write wise. So, I can have some good posts for you, dear friend Ajaya.
And the wonderful class that I thought loves me, is aptly being abusive of this innocent little woman. The cheerful colleagues that exploits her with friendly smiles and carefree laughters. Poor emotionally unstable D. Sympathies? No!
God, the greatest strength and the truth of all. I love and He loves too. To Him, I owe my life, my love and my everything. You are my everything!
