I was trying to test my writing skills and to see if i can only think or dream ,,,,but now i know I can write a bit too
I am full of topics i would like to write about but the time factor always comes in , even i do nothing all day but i stay busy staying do nothing,
Anyways when u start good i believe i will continue to do good
I hope so too
Love To Talk To And About Myself
Continues........
i feel it inside but din't say it..i have no trust, who will understand....i have been looking but i found no one around...,
i have been asking questions to Him but no answer...i keep asking myself was it supposed to be like this only,
i beleive in destiny but its my faith that i doubt sometime...,
i used to neglect time a while ago..and its time i am looking for now,
this has been my life story so far...now,
i am tired and alone...nobody to hear my screams...none to care for my tears,either.....,
i could wish for a new life or i can start new....,
i am still questioning...and i am still asking..that's how everything gets messy and stops, may be i need a new..., Me,..........
I sit on my laptop daily trying to add something to my blog, but words are really angry with me i guess” as mostly i end up with a blank..
The topic is no problem, everything around gives me something to write about, but after a good start i usually get lost in the middle, and my writings are still in draft state, its like i am surrounded by words but couldn’t give them some meaning, i like to see them finished and published someday, as i seen in my future dreams but that future doesn’t seems to be coming anytime soon….
What make a blogger a good blogger ,does he should posses a literature degree or diploma , i got neither but still i have this urge to write about things i feel around and inside me, i keep writing as a passion , i started with letters then choose poetic form and then i penned my words in simple speeches on my diary, now i moved on to blogs, but i am not happy with my progress here, i imagined a different level of myself here , i thought of it as a better platform to express myself but loosing here is pushing me back to my paper world…,
The only agenda that i moved here was to write in front of bigger audience and see what i am capable of, and the least but not the last whatever i write should make me feel good, good about my words and good about my ability to write
And while i am here i will keep writing and will continue to do so coz i believe….
…….“Patience Is Virtue” and Practice Makes Perfect”
Feeling awful for one moment and disgusting another...., i thought it would take years to feel good...but the Miracle happened..., i sat on sofa, closed my eyes and reached...what was and still is my favorite place to be "The Dream world"...and..., i was smiling the very next moment..., its not like its the perfect world one could imagine, where there is only Happiness, everything Good and Beautiful..., but its Wonderful in the sense "i Created it"..., for Me...., i do mistakes but i can also undo them at my will..., i can fall and rise on my own terms...., i can be at places, see and live anytime, Be myself to fullest..., And the best part...there is no sky to put limits on my thinking and doing...., and the worst part....its painful to wake up and come back.... so feeling bad again, :( ....., but that's Truth and Life....hhhhhh!!!! "what to do :( ...., i have to live with it and with in.... :) "
That Was A Day
the arguments are loud but makeup sessions are quite…..in the dark when the lights sets out…i kept watching his eyes to see some light…i keep looking and looking in a hope…and it continues to happen for months now
the story of yesterday is gone with the morning but the yesterday still remains….the talks are silenced but the echoes still humming…..a small deep sleep could do a little to keep those things away for a while but when u wake up u know its still there and as before
summing up all day…little sweet happenings make me believe of being loved….and keeps me smiling for a while but again the night comes and i am still looking….into the eyes…i want to believe what i have been thinking but i want to hear it too……i knew things but i want to know now
many days have been passed and i am still waiting..but i will keep waiting untill tomorrow comes alone…with new beginning………………. That Was A Day
Not long back, there was this time when i could see my importance is everybody’s eyes around me, as i was one of the guest Of honor.
The day was of my Wedding….12th February 2011….since that day the date has come regularly on 12th of every month but the day hasn’t…i remembered the 1st time on 12th march..i celebrated with some close friends but since then its my mother who wishes me every time..even i forget to wish myself and him..today again when she make the call i again thought was it such an ordinary day that passed in a flash and now i don’t even remember the date. i wonder sometime that i still gets crazy for my birthday even its been coming for 2* long years and my marriage is getting sidelined…which is just 6 months old…and i completed 1/2 year of my marriage
At the end of day i might think may be i am too busy..i might be busy in cooking, washing, cleaning, shopping, all for him and the best moment with him is getting missing……that day was celebrated like a festival..”Today it feels like gone with the wind……has moved on for somebody else to remember…..” 
