On a winter's day long, a year ago
I fell in love and I'll never know
Just what it was that made me feel
So drawn to her, what the appeal

That set my pulses so to race
When e'er I gazed upon that face
Of one who was scarce but a child
Yet even then could drive me wild

I'll never know the how's and why's
I lost my heart to Suman's Eyes
But when I got that long sought kiss
I knew I'd found my Perfect Miss

My cute girlfriend from down the lane
And I'll never let her go again

For how could I describe our love?
Romantic love, all hearts and flowers
No way to count the days and hours
Spent in self-indulgent wishes
And thoughts of long awaited kisses
Of sweet embraces, tender sighs
And gazing into love filled eyes

Oh yes, it is that kind of love

Or, is it yet the love of passion
The ecstasy that knows no ration
That shuddering nerve-tingling feeling
The climax with your senses reeling
The wondrous joy when you discover
That sweet surrender to your lover
Oh yes, it's that kind of love too.

Or even yet a love that grows
One that cares and one that knows
That sees beyond the outer skin
Into the person deep within
That loves the spirit and the soul
The inner self that makes the whole
Built on trust and empathy
A love you know was meant to be

The love we share is all these things
A love that has no need of rings
A love you never need to doubt
A love I cannot live without
A love to last us all our days
A love I'll share with you always

PS:- dedicated to sm1..

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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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When he sat by the side of his mechanical block and watch the couples talking, full devoted towards each other, eyes in eyes a sudden wave of nostalgia hit him. He was reminded of the girl whom he love beyond the limit. With whom he want to enjoy every second of his life but fails to do the same.

He get reminded the date when he first kissed her. He reminded of the girl who gave him a reason to life the life, she rejuvenated him, gave the hope and then suddenly got lost in her personal family affair.
   
             The boy waited..continued waiting...time passed and this waiting turned into memories. He started living in the memories of that girl. Thinking and begging infront of god for his life. He started losing faith on each and every person. The feelings for that girl started turning into vehement. He begged infront of her to meet him, only once becoz he was sure that he will get back in his life. He just want to drape on her so that he can feel his love.
 
              Feelings of the boy turned into hope. He hope that one day he will start behaving normal. One day his love will come to him and will hold his hand and say " look here i am for you to take you off back to the world". "Here i am for you, just for you to turn your nostalgia into a smile." "Here i am in your world to explore my world in yours".

              But for the boy these hope is only a hope. Hope with Nostalgia. And Nostalgia with Fear. And Fear with Death....The death of the boy..He don't want to live any more, talk any more. He prefer to die than to live without her.

              He is sure that one day he is going to end the chapter of his love with the ending of his life because he can't end his love story just by keeping himself alive. If he is alive, his love for that girl is alive. He can't end his love for that girl keeping himself alive........

because

he love that girl very much.

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 VENUE- BITM-HOSTEL

 TIME-11:30PM               

Not having a goal in life leads to confusion... with most of the important decisions in life!

I have no place of my own; physically and in people's lives, except you( my love )!

I don't know where to go... I keep screwing up stuff.. and it hurts... but I still am true to myself ( i think )!

Now;I have goals.. the only thing is that I am not doing anything about it!! I should start!!! when???????

OK..sorry if i have confused you.. but I am sort of thinking in print!! 

Between.. I am in love.. and that is not going to change.. ( again.... I think )

I LOVE U

PS:- Most of the time I think falling in love leads to a great confusion but now I thing that falling in love leads to some confession also. It will change the taste of all your desire and wishes. you will love to prefer isolation, the perfect isolation.

THANK GOD I CONFESSED I AM IN LOVE...

ciaos:

praveen (fantastic)

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Aaah!! Look who is writing!!!
I can't write about my pain dude....for that it should be felt {not to be scribbled}. Sob!!! Sob!!!
The last couple of days have put me on the horns of dilemma.
Anyway, back to the threshold of writing today's blog went to my yet another trite between love and friendship. So confusing naah!! Well I know that my maximum post contains the weirdest word which I have encountered yet and that too LOVE and every day I try to decipher that weirdest word. For today I am in no mood of making the post prolix and thought to write a single line.
"Love is a function purely of faith and passion, not a function of finance and stature."

PS: The last couple of days aprops with my life.

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Is love to be felt or to be lived?

I have spent time in the darkness of my room...and in the darkness of the night sky pondering about things that I have no answers to... not that I need an answer to everything. Things that I have no explanation to. Things that I have no experience of. Sometimes I think of death... sometimes I think of life... at other times I wonder why we fight... and then I stop to think why we love?

What is love? I hate the dictionary explanation involving chemicals and brains... its not a beautiful enough explanation to a question that is so vague. A friend once said to me "I really wanna fall in love...but I don't think I'm even close. Love is so idealistic.".... to which I smiled and said "I don't think anyone in the history of mankind ever knew when they were 'close' to falling in love."

I think infatuation is idealistic. I think compromise I realistic... both of which people often mistake for love. I think love is the balance. These are not answers... these are just my opinions. Sometimes I think love is the state of overwhelming pleasure... and sometimes I think love is the state where you don't feel anything at all. The feeling of complete emptiness.... or the feeling of complete fullness. Does love encompass everything or is it devoid of everything? Is love the color that stands out...or the color that blends in?

Questions that only bring more questions... along with some rhetorical answers which appear to be attempts at avoidance rather than answers.

As I sit in the brightness of my room I ask the air around me....
Is love to be written about or left as thoughts in the mind?
Is love to be dissected and explained or to be left as the question that gives purpose?
Is love to be felt or to be lived?

... i am still waiting to find out... hopefully I won't look back one day and say "oh...so that was love." 

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praveen

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