How can elation be so quiet ? I have never known the silent side of joy, till today :)

Sitting alone, smiling to myself is something that I have never done before.

Maybe its because I found what I needed, or is it because I discovered what was always meant to be mine ?

Jane was scared, but so was He.

But He held her hand and didn't let go.

She never pulled hers away, for Jane was in love too.

And that was the moment that defined the others that followed.

Every grain of sand down the hourglass is brighter now :) Why ?? I guess everything was dark before, and now its Noon ;)

:)

Someone, somewhere is very Cute :) :)

;)

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Idiot, polluting the world with vulgar poetry and bad humor. I agree it is brilliant, but he needs to understand that being awesome isn't enough. He needs to put a lid on it.

http://youwillnevervisititagain.blogspot.com/

I am sad that he isn't focussed. He can do so much more with his skills. Maybe write a blog like this.

:P :P Show off :D

Shakespeare iQuote

If it is music that I hear, I'd listen all day :)

For every note is brilliant,

Every word is joyous,

Every chord is powerful,

Every bell sounds just right..

:)

Play on

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The Keyboard is mightier than the pen.

For starters, its neat.

There is a reason they call it "Yellow Pages".

Quiver

Dreams aren't always pretty,

They sometimes leave the wrong message.

Messages aren't always happy,

They sometimes reveal too much

I wanted to know more, and that I did

I wanted to tread further, and that I did

I did write my dreams on a piece of paper

And out of my hand, it tugged out and flew

Someone caught it, read it and smiled at the wind

For the dreams here his, and the paper said 'You'

:) :) :)

THE day

The deliberation, the thought,

The thought, the hesitation.

:) I can't write. I will do justice to this day when I stop trembling :) As for now, all I can say is

" Ab toh ho gaya. Jo hoga dekha jayega :) "

:D

Staedtler !!

STAEDTLER :P :P

Likho aur yaad karo.

Bwa'hahahahahaa'

:) :) Main bahut 'mean' hoon. Mean matlab AVERAGE

Print and paste

When does a photograph become a dear memory ?

When its printed ! :)

31.03.10

They always say they need you, though all they do is siphon your pity.

To them in happiness we are stones, in sorrow we are bones

It feels vacant to be looked at and not seen

Bus trip. Mount Abu to Jodhpur.