“All Love stories are same “. Here is what it means. You cannot make someone hear the sound of love, or cook a dish to taste it, You cant blow a wind that would make them feel the special touch, nor write a poem with love as the rhyme. To each person it’s a separate feeling, linking to someone, bringing a feeling of utter simplicity, as if it were the most obvious thing. And all the rest of the stories feel the same to him. But why do people keep writing these romantic stories then. If your neigbour lights a candle, you may not be able to feel the warmth, but you might just be reminded of that flame inside you…..
Staring of in the space
The twinge under the nose, the dampening of the eyes
I know this too well, I know it somehow
I pray again, to keep me this sane
Because I know, I will be back there again
Its very difficult to let go of the other… but then again perhaps the answer is in its simplicity. You would feel like a flow once its done, enjoying every twist and change of direction rather than feeling it as a bump or a writers block
Simply one word for the following passage one of my friends sent me.... "EXACTLY"


BEING IN TWENTIES - SOMETHING WORTH READING
It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.
You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.
You look at your job... and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.
Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure.
You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.
You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you're doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person. One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. You want to settle down for good because now all of a sudden that becomes top priority. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic.You begin to think a companion for life is better than a hundred in the shack and for once you would not mind standing tall for that special someone which otherwise you had never thought of until now.You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!
What you may not realize is that every one reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out. Send this to your twenty-something friends... maybe it will help someone feel like they aren't alone in their state of confusion...
We call it the "Quarter-life Crisis."