A: Do you believe in fate?
B: NO!
A: Why?
B: Because, i guess i dont like the fact that i am not in control of my life

I am sure its from a movie, but cant remember which. However today if A exists... B is ME

P.S.: I think i like my posts without the titles....

A wonderful realisation

Someone today said a thing which brought me a great sense of relief... and i dont know why

"Our mind is incapable of creation, its only function is to react. We can never create a scene, a poem or a play.... we can only react in our own style to things going on around us."

"The thing is... we dont have to hate each other for getting older ... we just hav to forgive ourselves for growing up"

-The wonder years 4X01 Growing Up

"The purpose of life is to end"...remember this?
i believe "The purpose of life is to find a reason to end... a reason WORTH ending"....

I hope one day i can pray again... pray like when i was a child... convinced that someone is surely listening to what i have to say....

Thousand roads and one band
Making the trip of all times tomorrow
See what they play and tune along
Body aint you baby, the you is what counts

And when those paths are crossed
We will know the destiny
Round about the circle it will complete
I just hope its different from the beginning

I wont go to time machine to change it all
Only thing I would ever invent is a pause button, for me … if not for all
You would say its easier to just rewind
But it will again reach the end sometime

“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