Sex and the City

more wisdom from sex and the city...

in the end you always go back to your family...
sometimes its the one you are born into...
and sometimes its the one you make for yourself :)

i cant be more grateful to God...Thank you...

किस्मत...

कतरणें हैं रिश्तों की
चाहतों का ताना बाना है
मेरी किस्मत मेरे कल का कसीदा बुन रही है
मुस्कुराती सी मेरे आज पर...

Figment of my imagination...my reality

The smile that curls on his lips…And twinkles in his eye…His words…the intentional and unintentional humor…has me in splits…the riot of ideas…the sheer imagination…the thought itself has me glued…the songs he hums…his weird interests…his lack of any patience or loyalty to any idea or work…his narcissistic obsession with self…thoughtless words that can pierce your heart…never acknowledging…

an anomaly in my life…still an inseparable part of my life…

For dramatic effect...

on a cleaning spree...
the cobwebs...
the skeletons...
moulding fungus infected memories...

It’s time to start over…Dos and Donts…

• I don’t want to know anyone who doesn’t want to know me…
• I don’t want to know anyone whose name begins with “A”…it’s cursed for me
• I don’t want to have any of those so called friends who don’t bother
• I am not going to call people who don’t miss my calling them…
• I am not going to spend time logged in on Gmail or face book etc…

To be updated...

I give up...

रिश्ते...

हर रिश्ता चाँद से ट्पकी
सफ़ेद स्याही से लिखा लगता है...
या फिर लगता है जैसे
उथल पुथल मची हो एक गगरी में...
शायद एक कण में कायानत ढूँढने की कोशिश...
या साहिल की ओट में छुपी मृगतृष्णा...