The Queen Bee

It was so crowded today, thank God I got a seat. This happened in the normal bus that goes to my
workplace. To describe the crowd,it seemed like the bee swarm on one early morning. I was constantly hearing the sounds of "Ouch!", "Shit!", "Sshhh" from those who were standing. I felt pity for them and thought about my state if I was late for a few minutes. And with all that, the ticket passing game started. Everyone got into through the front door and the conductor was sitting near the back door. With my earphones on I was watching this game for a long time. No one was volunteering to continue it as soon as the chaos started. The passer couldn't remember where and which ticket match and the balance amount to be handover was also a reason to confuse. Among these tensed bees, I noticed a queen bee. She was composed, she raised her voice made herself audible to the people at the front and was managing the game perfectly. The smile which she wore at the start of the journey didn't go down till she got down. As a reward she got a  'Thank you' from the conductor from the bottom of his heart.

I understood 'With smile in you face, any action you do is good'.

Little sacrifices making me a loser

Even the silver lining is fading away,
Guess they're the darkest days of the moon
Miracle, magic, co-incidence and what else,
Everything is destined
Never did I wish for great things,
Stingy fate is ignoring even the smallest of wishes
I accepted what they gave me,
I took the substitute of my real dream,
I sacrificed all those which a young girl desires,
Here I am,
Getting used to 'It's ok'
I was able to fool my heart,
But not in every instance,
I can say no to my heart,
But not for all those things that it longs,
Should I get what I want,
Though it hurt the souls around me? - Or
Should I keep on let go of things,
And die as a loser to myself?

Confessions of the bold girl...

Hi friend(s),
This may seem like a confession letter. And yes it is... If you ask some people in my life they would say, I'm a diamond of a person. But on the other hand, there are few people I have been the worst friend/supporter/...Some things were accidental. But I do agree somethings happened when I was not stable enough to know who I actually am. Whatever I did it to you people who still try to reach out to me, I'm sorry. I know it's my fault. But I'm staying in a shell and not looking up to your faces because I don't want to mess up anything more. If someday this post reaches your eyes I would be happy. I'm trying to say this : Please stay away from me so do I. But never ever think am bad. Because I'm not that bad to hurt someone's feelings wantedly....

Pretty Little Liars

No harm when it stays silent but even when it whispers, that's it.

Well explained with teeny tiny beautifying scenes. With all those angelic faces as characters for the lead roles the serial is well pictured. Every time two people in the story say,"No secrets."
"Yes. No secrets hereafter" there laid their secrets smiling wickedly out of their hearts. Whoever it can be, no one is deprived of secrets is what the story tries to say. 

How close you feel a person maybe you can't force yourself form hiding something from them neither do they. It's better to have an open-minded thought that like a coin everyone has two sides. If the whole world can wear mask and walk then you can find the real face of them.

I like the thought said in the title song "Two can keep a secret when one of them is dead". I feel it's true because that's the nature of secret. It can't stay in a place. It's not a bird which can stay inside the cage. It's like the fragrance of a flower, though the metaphor is in a positive way that's it's character. It spreads in a moment.

So it's better to have an open heart rather than letting our heart and mind to hit hard with that 'not-so-told-story'!

My lost friend

BookMark

I started it as a 'try something new' thing. Later it went on as 'Gift your bestie'. As a next step it got to be as 'It's my hobby dude'. And finally it has become a 'What else can I find new in it?'

Lovya dear BookMark!

The Silent Killer

Was it his fault
To be born to his parents
Maybe that's not the real issue
Was that their fault to love each other
Maybe that's not the real issue
Was that thier fault to belong to different religion
There's lies the fault
As if it is a great crime she said it,
"I do like you, but you are not my religion"
He was shattered
He drunk
His bike had never seen this kind of rash driving
Blaming is the best solution if human doesn't know the answer
Here, whom should he blame?
He doesn't know
She showed him the way to come ferom that trap
"Forget me. We are not meant for each other"
Leaving the broken heart
She walked away
Everyone heard the loud voice of his heart crying
Noone saw the killed heart of hers,
With the silent sword called - Religion & Caste

One day...

LDR - pain + love + happiness

Dedicated to all LDR*

He looked around, there were roses around, red,yellow,pink and of other colours. Gifts around, teddy, watch, dress, ring, perfume and of many forms. Cards around, with red hearts in it, poetic lines in it, pictures of various couples in it and cards of many sizes. He closed his eyes, he could feel her in his arms, he could smell her scent, he could hear her voice. He walked some pace. Few minutes later when he came back to the same place, he could see the fallen rose petals left untouched, gift wrappers left crushed, greeting card envelope left deserted. Again he closed his eye. He could still see her. Dropping a little smile and a relieved breath. Whisperings of valentine wishes drifted through the air to his ears. He wished her back in his heart.

That's LDR. They don't roam around, they don't spare time for coffee, they don't admire the sea breeze together, but they praise just one thing. Their love. True love!

*they are really into it.

s(HE)

मेरा वादा

I'm going through this..Does anyone feel the same??
-Wake up
-Get ready
-Cab
-Stare at PC
-Lunch
-Stare at PC
-Coffee
-Cab
-Dinner
-Sleep

again to step 1 and the routine continues...

I'm losing myself in this process called life..found this today..right now.. I do agree i like my job..but something somewhere is missing..the real me..the 'Me' who shares her thought with the link :"shanstreasure@blogspot.com" or with her so called diary or atleast in her dream..But now there's no stinge of her left behind..She is vanishing as if life has thrown "Evanesco" at her..

People who are very close to me can say this"Yaar..you do this everytime..Realise that you are dissolving with the solution of life.."

Yah! I know..But still atleast I'm waking up from that dream often..I'm happy with that..
Finally I have decided...Let me make a bond with my blog..I will visit it once a week..share that week's experience and sing off..meri vaadha le lo na... :)

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She said,"I'm an insolvent to your love"

He said,"But it's just the interest of your love I'm paying you now "

The love through their eyes said the remaining...

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