"Sometimes I think, how good it would have been if we were always two strangers to each other!But sometimes, few things have to happen, or how would people get memories otherwise!"

When we think life's good, all's well, kinda perfect; we have ignored that deep drown tears of loneliness in our hearts; and we are learning to kinda adjust in all sort of circumstances; then we meet that someone whom we always needed the most... a friend, our Best Friend!

I donno what thunderstorms life was showing to me. I was just looking for a good reason to stay. Then like a shooting star, you came. I had only started to admire your sparkle, but why did you disappear? I was in no hurry, then why were you?

Why were you always so quick in everything and I wasn't? You happened so sudden, and I didn't believe anything. I opened my eyes and saw the glitters. Something had changed. Yeah, the gloomy night had changed!

I was completely lost in the beauty of that moment. I was loving every single thing around me; dancing, singing, lost in the love with myself all over again; and then.. a sudden thuddd and I had to wake up from my dream... 

There was no light, no sparkle, no star.. 

Oh! You were just a shooting star

Its time to get back to my closet!

I will wait till the night is over.. with your memories..

The life of our friendship can't be so less. I hope you'll come back soon. And this time as the bright shining sun, to stay with me.. Forever!

I'm waiting...

dedicated to my ever best friend Mausam Bharti...

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He wrote with panache. All that anger in him, he penned it down with grace. People read him ,loved him, and above all agreed to him.

But then all this came with some criticism. Anyways, that was a part of his work.

One day he met a girl. A girl who was unaware of the world. Always jovial. Carefree.
For him, it was love at first sight.
For her, she didnot care.

He approached him, but again she took him casually. He tried a lot to impress her. But then she didnot budge. Some people are not made for that love thingy,u know.

His heart broke. he was angry and he wrote more about it. That was known as her best work. Uncriticised work.
PS: I dedicate this post to ritesh thakur..

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He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes

started making his way in the past 2 in the morning

he hasn't been sober for days......

pondering for the future and for her future mate.....

The sudden realisation of urgency makes him more impatient with every passing tick on the clock. Search for it inside, outside around and beyond...only to ask himself what he is looking for there? Can't think straight, loss of focus, never knew that a void this huge existed within him.....

....................denouncing for the thinking that he possesd on that night, he wiped his tear at 3, smiling at his foolish thought he woke up, went to the washroom of his hostel, splashed the water on his face and said...

where were you

when everything was falling apart?

all my days 

were spent by the telephone

which never rang

and all I needed was a call 

that never came.....

 PS: It was a crap idea in the mind of blogger to come up with the idea that resulted in a demistifying blog. Sorry it was just the writer's mind BlOcK.....

gud night 

--praveen

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