Tum Tuttey Huey Pathar Nahi;  Bhekey Huey Badal Ho.

Tum Samandar ki Leher Nahi; Ussey Khelne Wali Hawa Ho.

Tum Dor Kaha; Leherti Hue Patang Ho.

Tum Meri Khushi Nahi; Mera Khwab Ho.

Tumse Nazdikse Kya Milna; Durse Dekhneka Maza Tum Ho.

Tumhe Dar Kesa Khoneyka;  Kabhi Tumse Chahat hi Nahi Hue.

Tumhe Zarurat Bananeyki Khwahish Nahi Rakhi  Na Rakhengey; Bewajha Dil Ko Ruthaneki Adat Nahi Mujhe. 

And in the moment of Hesitations and Deep breathes we tend to get stuck in harmony and chaos at the same time. A huge traffic of thoughts calling out to form like a mercury in the head has its own answer. In extreme situations parallel rhythm and simple bifurcations have their own lead. Does it even make sense to what I talk? Or am I ranting to you about how each one of us feel at some point of time. Like weather changing and distracting the untouched behaviors. Bring back a variation for discussion you’ll be amazed that somebody was already waiting for you being a unknown to himself. Like a calling from some place unknown. A place were you did write about in your dairy but google had nothing to talk on it. The page has unavailable content and information. Are we left with any such topics really that have Name but no description to it? Rare! isnt it?  And also, conclusions are stollen defaults that were never meant to end but come along with logical facts to destroy the theory of years within fraction of words spilt from the brain to Enact the happening. 

If exactly only you knew; When the writers talk about love what do they exactly talk about ; It's generally these cemented cracks, that had temporary fillings. No end to this closure.

A substitute everytime met for some circumstances. If only you knew, when the writers write about love, They usually write about their "Loss."

I don't know as individuals how many secrets do we hide in ourself ; Or how many are we ready to reveal about. All I know is we are ready for something when we are Tired of it. Only then we start hearing are tantrum voices from within. And correct me if I am mistaken anywhere for self loving as too late. Because I didn't find any other way, than diving too deep to ridge my answer. And even correct me for my instincts being right always, For how to put a Believe in them at end times.

And yes tell me what's the method of never showing up again yourself to few problems; God damn I never learn that myself any which ways.

Why always “ She was with him when he had nothing?” Why not “He was with her when she had nothing?”

So, When everything calms down after the shatter, I’m still sitting back with my glass of Milkshake. “I need to meet few people” He advised me with it; And after thinking on it for a while “I don’t need that, I have concluded.” I halt here in the middle of the road, Under this big Blue Sky, Waiting for a car to Airport. And guess what, No Goodbyes; No goodbyes at all.  Accept those few memories Waving back at me.  Accept my name been called by some Stranger wishing me a safe travel.  Accept that one Kid standing with a Gift in her Hand; And that One Face looking at me with Curiosity to know about my Returning.  And mostly, A Thematic Hello ever. 

You can tell me how it feels when you dream; You can tell me about the light that never gets blowned away from the chest; I would hear you up, For I feel the same on the other side of just Breathing. I won’t disagree with you on the fact that Travelling Countries would make you forget somebodys FACE. Because we have been watching similar faces all around us. I have seen and been through the creation that this HEART urges for things that are harmful for self everytime. What I have’nt seen is the same urge from my side to stop this Heart from not letting to do things that it wants. What I have’nt seen is my stand for self in front of my Heart. The structure that gets chocked is the Chest. And I don’t know if somebody out there is going to agree me on the fact that the mind “Never rests in Peace.” And you see I get a oppurtunity to grow everyday, so I get to know that it is the Mind that puts me into Trouble each day; My Heart was trying to safe me. Saving from each one of you out there; Specially with the one “Standing with their ARMOUR on their face.”

For whatever she is, Everything of what I was when I was 19 years old. A little of paying no attention to the watch and staring the sea. She remembers every little secret each one in her life shares with her. She is a gift from Time. No she isn’t the one you look at all the time, Instead she is the one who makes you hear it all, And you can believe me when I say you “ Half of it is not understood” and yet everything seems serious and funny at the same time. She is the one who prefers shade, Phobic of Mumbai’s Local Trains, Yet would choose to travel every corner of Bombay in her vacation time. She is a Liar who speaks Real Factual things. She is the women of her word. But, the thing that keeps her different from the crowd is the way she looks at her “Best friend.” I can assure you a thing not every friendship last for years, Not every girl falls for her “Boy Best Friend” Not every girl is crazy, Few Best Friends like her choose to set “BOYS” like my “BROTHER” “FREE.”