how the pocket lights up the face.

how many times have we all said that this cell phone is gettin on my nerves,
too many calls,
too much expenditure,
too much of a nuisance ,
well i certainly have,
eversince i have owned one since the last 9 yrs,
but,
u know what,today i think , that communication has come such a long way,
so what if if it so much of a trouble to take and waste time dwellin over calls and the short service messagin,
so what if has repercussions on the health ,
the earache it causes after u speak on and on for hours,
can anythin replace ,
the feelin , the smile it brings to us, or the person we r talkin to,
when we really want to at any time of the day or night,
so what if we can only hear their voice, and not see them in person,
but we can feel the emotions,
call to check up on anythin,
write an sms,askin someone to please go to sleep,to have dinner even tho she doesent feel like,
ask someone to call so that we can wake up , wll want to when we hear a voice we wanted to hear all night, but had to sleep too,
if silly things like these can be so important,
how important will the important ones be,
even tho graham bell doesent know how thankful we r,
we still r man,
even tho its such a hassle,
we still cant live without,
a voice we long to hear even when the sense of vision does not get its fair share.

the feel of love.

think i shall sleep now, anyways,
havent we all wondered, sometime or the the other ,what love is,what does love feel like,
just imagine every tear from her ,feels as if you're being burned alive,
every laugh, like the world is being born,
every smile like ,the sun is rising just for you.
whenever you're with her, there isn't time, there isn't meaning, there isn't doubt or fear-there's just her.
and when she looks at you.you see it. You see it sitting there, so
beautiful and delicate, and you're almost afraid to
touch it for fear that you might crush it-for what is
so fleeting as a love for which we are to live a
lifetime yet only find once

These wounds won't seem to heal. This pain is just to

real. There's just too much that time cannot erase.

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears, when

you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears, I held

your hand through all of these years. But you still

have all of me.



amy lee,
Evanescence

Our cravings canno't be comforted by our creativity, although we like to think they can. A million words after writing 'Look Homeward Angel' Thomas Wolfe was still tormented. After a million notes, Beethoven was not happy, after a million brush strokes, Van Gogh cut off his ear.



John Marsden

Sometimes we put up walls, not to block people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.

I inhale the sweet breeze that comes from thy mouth, I contemplate thy beauty every day. It's my desire to hear thy lovely voice like the north wind's whiff. Love will rejuvenate my limbs. Give me thy hands that hold thy soul, I shall embrace and live by it. Call me by name again, again, forever, and never will it sound without response.


On An Ancient Egyptian Tomb

We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight
And yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry toNo place to call home


Alice in Chains

am sure u know dogs like these.

"Let me tell you the most beautiful story I know, a man was given a dog, which he loved very much. The dog went with him everywhere, but the man could not teach it to do anything useful. The dog would not fetch or point, it would not race or protect or stand watch. Instead the dog sat near him and regarded him, always with the same inscrutable expression. 'That's not a dog, it's a wolf,' said the man's wife. 'He alone is faithful to me,' said the man, and his wife never discussed it with him again. One day the man took his dog with him into his private airplane and as they flew over high winter mountains, the engines failed and the airplane was torn to shreds among the trees. The man lay bleeding, his belly torn open by blades of sheared metal, steam rising from his organs in the cold air, but all he could think of was his faithful dog. Was he alive? Was he hurt? Imagine his relief when the dog came padding up and regarded him with that same steady gaze. After an hour the dog nosed the man's gaping abdomen, then began pulling out intestines and spleen and liver and gnawing them, all the while studying the man's face. 'Thank God,' said the man. 'At least one of us will not starve.'" -The God Whispers of Han Quing-jao, Orson Scott Hall

"I'm just an ignorant warrior who believes love means you're willing to fight and die for your fellow living beings."

aapkeliye chhoti sarkar.

Look into my eyes and you will see what your love is doing to me. My eyes have learned to smile.

Familiarity, the first myth of reality: What you know the best, you observe the least. Devotion, the second myth of reality: The faithful are most hurt by the objects of their faith.

Conviction, the third myth of reality: Only those who seek the truth can be deceived.

Fellowship, the fourth myth of reality: As the tides of war shift, so do loyalties.

Trust, the fifth myth of reality: Every truth holds the seed of betrayal.

busted(dave matthews band)

Not enough, never too much
Baby look just like love
Rolling stone gathers no moss
But leave a trail of busted stuff

You know she's gonna leave my broken heart behind her
I'll take what she's giving up
You know she's gonna leave my broken heart behind her
I'll dig what she's giving up

Move in to kiss those sweet sugar lips
Baby look just like love
Without a care she floats above me
She got me down here looking up

You know she's gonna leave my broken heart behind her
I'll take what she's giving up
You know she's gonna leave this broken man behind
Yeah, yeah...


She the one for me
When she move, she move so cool
Got me feeling just like a fool
But inside, is where the devil rise
Woman look just like love


You know she's gonna leave my broken heart behind
I'll dig what she's giving up
You know she's gonna leave this broken man behind
Oh, yeah

She the one
She the one
She the one for me
Yeah...


You know she's gonna leave this broken man behind
Oh, yeah.....