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... :)