Diary

Pages covered with words,
where my thoughts went alive,
my words piled as diary enteries,
also play their roles in my life.

It contains articles of my personal experiences,
has interesting forums where I discuss about,
It also is filled of a little chatroom,
where I can open my heart and shout.

I use a special ink to write my flashbacks,
when I open my diary the next day,
from the page on which I wrote before,
my special ink vanishes away.

My diary and ink were a gift to me,
which follows me like a shadow to every room,
their existence will never come to an end,
until in front of me stood my doom.

The diary I pen on is my mind,
The ink I use are my words and thoughts,
Where people have restless nights in this fast paced time,
I fill my nights with my diary slots.

A Nameless Emotion

Desire........
this is what we always have in relation.....
expectation.........
Which ruined many relations......
But My Feeling for u.......
Are little different.
I have No desire for your love.
I have no expectations from you.
i love you for no reason and no cause....

I Sometimes wonder, while walking on the empty roads........
strolled by the winds......
The feel of that air ...Give's me Your comfort.
Even though i had never confessed....to u
But yes i do..........talk to you.....
Even you don't know.......
Do u?


Its so murky ...may be so ambiguous u may find me.....
But Its so simple .......
i don want you ....because i love you....
I want you .......if u feel so.....
I don want to impose myself to you........


What i feel for you is not Love........
people say that i do love you......
But its not love......
Its a nameless emotion......
in fact i never had loved anyone ..........
But u r so cherished by me.....
u are so precious.....More than my life .

Its Not love........its a nameless emotion only

Silence

and Some what pathetic also
But yes sometimes Silence speaks
And you know it speaks louder than the words......
But not always.......

It goes deep inside the heart ......
Some how incisions are made,
They are fatal.........
But not always......

It talks about the past.......
The same past which you want to think no more of......
It doesn't matter how felicitous you want to be..
melancholy the surrounding is.....
But not always.....


Some times It is so generous......
As it Hides Your implosion..
But its not perpetual......
May be for a flash but.......
Now it is succinct, dramatic, often sardonic....
But not always.........

You got No Answers For it .......
the only way to reply to it......
or to talk to it is the Silence itself But ......
Remind You Not alwaysssss.................