Tumse Milke Aisa Laga, Tumse Milke Armaan Hue pure dil ke.. Ae meri Jaane wafa
Teri Meri, Meri Teri Ek Jaan Hai, tu mere Dil ki Pehchaan Hai..
Saath tere Rahenge Sada.. hum tum na honge Juda
Met an old fren online yest... someone wid whom i've never discussed him, but yest, he brought it up, n made me realise dat my love for rock n certain old songs is his gift.. d songs that i know hum n find solace in wudn't have been a part of my life but for him.. if only he hadnt shared dat wid me...
A fren who till now had just been a silent observer or rather a passive listener, made a earth shattering remark today.. abt my love for him.. n it has left me wondering....
A blog dat i read recently.. talked abt..u moved on like nothin happened n i moved backwards looking for everything dat i happened.. so on.. n i felt like it was pointing a finger at me.. blaming me... dat someone far away was cursin me similarly..
A common fren wrote to me today.. n his jokes n stupidities reminded me of d times i laughed sitting next to u.
Your best fren msgs me abt ur new phone n ur habit of still carrying ur old piece of junk... d handset which died coz it got tired of my calls.. coz its keypad gave up after typin a million msgs to me.. coz its back cudnt carry the burden of anybody else once it got used to my childhood snap... i wonder if u carry it still, coz its me! n Its abt us. Or like u let go of me will d new phone let go of our connection too?
My roomy in her dire search of surf excel (i dnt know y she thot she wud find it in my almirah) broke d mug u got me. D one thing dat was most dear to me.. 2 d extent dat i washed it everytime n kept it safely inside d almirah after every use.. 2 d extent dat i never let anyone use it.. me d careless freak who forgets her mobile or even her vehicle at times, kept dat mug like d most priceless thing on earth. n crashhhhhhh it went!! Symbolic, my fren uttered. Symbolism is wat m findin again.. n it haunts me.. thru everyone i talk to, everyone i meet.. everytime i turn on d radio... Are you tryin to reach me? or m i missing u? but y wud dat be? coz i've moved on... i've learnt to live without u, smile without u, cry without u.... y wud this be??
Today i want to say, i didnt betray.. i didnt abandon.. i still think of u n smile n cry n wonder n cherish n get gloomy n get stronger n get hurt n get happy n feel love n feel depression n feel loyalty n feel faith n feel guilt n feel cold n lonely n ..... n sorry dat i lot u down n cudnt give u my love anymore.
7 comments:
Though there is a riot of emotions, i sense reason in them.. which is commendable! we all, at one time or da other, question our actions and their aftermaths.. it's nice to see you stand by yours with calmness.. hope u continue to do so! Don't stop the questioning.. coz finding answers is imperative!
everybody has got these kinda small strings attached to the heart... right? And every coin has two sides... yours is one. And all these will repeat itself... again and again....hmmm....
Write more :)
DV,
they'll repeat themselves? dat aint encouragin....
more writing will follow soon.. once m done doing dat for office work :)
Thanks for dropping by my blog..
and my technical thoughts are rusted I suppose..... ;-)
*sigh* reminders of the past days...
always believed in holding back the good old memories...Gosh these days I dont know if I love the memories anymore...avoid revisiting them at all :-)
There would always be memories of the past, and it is true that each relationship develops our personality in some way. Maturity comes into play when we do not allow a past relationship to cloud a present one.
I quite liked the depth of the emotions, I only wish you wouldn't use 'SMS' language... it distracts the reader from the passion in the piece because it is so much more difficult to decipher.
for tlw,
hey... i think i replied on one of your blogs only.. while i was still searching for some technical thots i think ;).. or maybe on the other one.
for cuckoo,
thank u mam for visiting my blog... shall keep in mind about the sms ,lingo. its more like i write shorthand all d time for my work so sorta used to it!! anyways, thanks!!
oh god!!im so sorry abt that mug...(yes, yes...for all the other readers....it was i who broke the mug lookin 4 surf excel tht was eventually found under its owners bed..i am the villian of the piece!)but wow...tan...ur writing is amazing me!feel like we'r back ,squattin on that balcony n pourin our souls out.keep it up!
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