had a dream last night
a green snake curling on the ground
almost stepped on it
bit someone .. can't remember who
then it got away
and I woke up
I hate snake as much as I hate dream
who will hurt me this time?
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
nos·tal·gia
nos·tal·gia /nɒˈstældʒə, -dʒiə, nə-/
–noun
1. a wistful desire to return in thought or in fact to a former time in one's life, to one's home or homeland, or to one's family and friends; a sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time
2. A bittersweet longing for things, persons, or situations of the past
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
pal pal pal pal har pal har pal
kaise katega pal har pal har pal
pal pal pal pal har pal har pal
kaise katega pal har pal har pal
dil dil dil dil mein machi hain machi
machi hain hulchul hulchul hulchul
kaise katega pal har pal har pal - 2
pal pal pal pal har pal har pal
kaise katega pal har pal har pal
ha ha ha ha haha haha..
la la la la lala lala..
o humsafar lagta hai darr
raat kate na kabhi ho sehar
iss pal mein simte umar
raat kate na kabhi ho sehar
tu jo hai saath mere toh dagar
lage ke jaise khubsurat ghar
tu jo hai saath mere toh dagar
lage ke jaise khubsurat ghar
tu jo hai saath toh yeh ambar
lage ke jaise saaya ho sar par
tere kaandhe par rakhkar sar
yun hi katt jaaye saari umar
pal pal pal pal har pal har pal
kaise katega pal har pal har pal
la la la hm..
kal kya ho kisko khabar lagta hai darr lagta hai darr
iss pal mein simte umar raat kate na kabhi ho sehar
achha bataaon dil ki itni saari baaten kaise likhoge iss chhote khat par - 2
dil par toota hai yeh kaisa kehar tumko paakar khone ka hai darr
pyar ka yeh dhaaiya ghar kaise likhoge iss chhote khat par
pal pal pal pal har pal har pal
kaise katega pal har pal har pal
pal pal pal pal har pal har pal
kaise katega pal har pal har pal
dil dil dil dil mein machi hain machi
machi hain hulchul hulchul hulchul
kaise katega pal har pal har pal - 2
la la la la la ...
ha ha ha ha ha...
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Aug 9 last year was the last time I ever talked to you. Don't know if it would have made any difference if I didn't refuse to talk to you for some stupid reason. You would have done the same no matter what.
Don't know where you are now and will not guess because I'll never get the answer. Only know that I am still here wondering about life, living it. Things are done for you but, for me, they are still going on.
I am the same age as you were now and will be older than you next year. Sometimes, I think you had done the right thing for youself as you always did. But what about for other people around you?
Walk away and let me deal with problems on my own. I guess you were doing the same to people around you. "you will have to get better on your own. nobody else can help you"
You said that to me when I was crying and walked away. Cold but true.... but only half of it.
There is no right or wrong, just different way people handle things.
I don't believe in life after death. I am writing this only to remind myself that once.. i had a good friend like you. And to remind me those things you told me. I have no chance now, to tell you the other half.
It doesn't matter anyway, just different way people handle things.