** Published from an old blog of mine
Little Sweetie was a frail girl. She was born with a congenital disease that left her weak and stunted her growth.. so she looked small and weak, and spoke like it’s taking all her might to utter a couple of words.
Sweetie would always go frolicking in the garden at the backyard of her big bungalow. Her ma and pa were big-time socialites who…
“I hadn’t expected you to stoop this low.”
They were parting ways.
He had found someone else and had wanted out of the relationship.
In a flash, their first meeting crossed her mind. And one by one, those moments when he had tried so hard to gain her trust. Everything had been a lie!! He had used sympathy, guilt, blackmail and what not to make her say yes.
She wasn’t angry at him. She was angry…
When I created this blog, I had vowed that I will not let negativity around my little forest. However, as time went by, I gave in to my weak moments and perhaps wrote a few posts that I was better off tearing and dumping into the Bay of Bengal.
I chose to blog anonymously, however, most of you, my friends know who I am and where I come from. And some of you have been of great support to me during…
I know you are taken,
But I still love you.
If you define love in the conventional sense, I wouldn’t qualify for it. No. But still I would say I love you. You see, I have seen Love at close quarters. I have seen it in its filthiest shade, and then you came along. I knew you were unattainable and I never wanted to trust you. I never wanted to fall for you.
I mean, I had had enough. And it’s no…
I shall not do what she did,
Write pining poems over losing you
Remembering the times, missing you
I shall not do that… I won’t do
You have lost me.. not the other way around.
Maybe what she wrote was true
Maybe what you felt for her was true
Was I but just a replacement?
A boost to your ego, I now bid adieu
Wind chimes and rhymes will not deter me
And those unsaid promises will not detract me
Makes sense no?
I had described about the legendary lovers who met tragic ends in this post.
Song: 12 Saal
Artist: Bilal Saeed
O ranjhay majhiyan charayan 12 saal
Doli lay gaiay par khairhay aa kay naal
Phar mirzay vi puchya sawaal ka sahba
Dus kairi galon chali ye tu chaal
Haal majnu da hoya bay haal
o Sassi punnu di ki devaan men misaal
o Waikho jairhay v zamaanay o…
A day a step
A new beginning
What has the past year not been?
Completed a year’s walk
Here is what WordPress just wished me – Happy Anniversary!!
Wow.. it’s been a year already? That was fassssssssssssst.
Looking back, I can only thank my stars for where I am today. Been through a churning, but came out unscathed. Some…
Just a picture for today.
Returning love with the same and greater intensity
Submissive by choice
Horse and BabyI shall love you even if you look different, Baby
I shall love you even if you look different, Baby
I shall love you…
Last week, my best friend lost her few-days old daughter.
She lost her daughter last year too.
Last year, her baby was 3 days old.
My only question is WHY?
Why give when you have to take away, GOD?
What lesson do you have to teach to a mother twice, by snatching away her days old daughter?
She asked me to suggest a few names when she was born.
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