Saturday, December 31, 2011
Friday, December 30, 2011
A few days more...
Of laughter, of joy...
Of smiles that dam a tidal wave of tears...
Of eyes that sparkle to hide a breaking heart...
Of words that disguise a searing pain...
Of a love that would slowly choke and die.
Giving away to...
A distance hard to bridge...
A yearning, a pining...
A longing of the lonely heart...
A soundless cry of the dying soul...
The last gasps of a choking heart.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
|I play break-out with my lungs!|
*Note: This isn’t my diary entry… I don’t smoke ‘lights’… just Davidoff Slims!
Oops… I DON’T smoke. Period.*
*And…I definitely don’t have a girl!*
Warning: Smoking is injurious to health. Writing about it... especially, someone else's diary entry... now... that could really be detrimental to life! :D
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
*If you want to be called SRK, then be prepared to have your name split to match the initials*
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Thursday, December 22, 2011
I really liked this disclaimer by Nawaab Saheb...
A little violent, maybe... but then there really are those times when you want to get a gun out and do an FPS on some really dumb people around you (and the world seems to be full of them)!
Why I don't get a license for a gun is simple... I happen to be one of those dumb people!
The contents of this blog (in general) and / or of this post (in specific) are not intended to hurt the sentiments of any individual and / or community.If you are offended - it is sincerely regretted and I genuinely pity you for your lack of common sense. I also pity your friends and family who have to tolerate your sad existence. Please do seek some help – psychiatric or otherwise – or just go kill yourself and do the world a favour.This message has been issued in the interest of the general public.Source: Blog post at L o r d R a j's
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Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
|Our Little Paradise - Anushaktinagar|
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
There may never be a perfect guy but when a tear drop rolling down your cheek is the end of the world for someone, you know he is special.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
|Image Courtesy: Reaching out for love - Christina Pereira | kjherstin.deviantart.com|
I pour forth... waiting for an epiphany...
Dreams and aspirations...
Love and relations...
Like the two banks of a river
You walk on one and the other is out of your reach.
You wait and shiver,
And you just want to be on that other beach.
Would these banks ever cross?
Would I get over this loss?
Why can I not dream of love?
Why can I not aspire to love?
Why can they not go hand in hand?
My dreams and aspirations, together... with my love.
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- I dream.
- I design… everything from business cards to houses.
- I love, hopelessly.
- I foretell doom… always.
- I always act on impulse.
- I stand for hours, in my 19th floor balcony… challenging destiny… with the wind chilling my bones.
- I sleep… a lot.