Mitti se bani, mitti mai mil jaungi

Not yet six feet under
not completely alive either
hanging in the middle
waiting for u to come n save me

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Grieving on my death...

There it is
wrapped in the shroud of the dreams i spun once,
there it is
delicately lying in the coffin,
there it is
Going six feet under,
there it will be
buried forever,
there it is
a part of me,
and here I'm
witnessing my own death...

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See through me...

By default I happen to be a very see-through person. Never cared to hide or lie about anything with anyone. Not that i'm some righteous Harishchandra wannabe. Just that I never cared enough for anything or anyone to be lying or hiding. Never cared for what people may think, never feared being judged either.

I ended up in tasting the bitter side of life due to this manytimes. Being honest always din't really pay well most of the time. Somehow we still have the backstabbers infestation. My friend use to really despise this trait of mine but inspite of me tryin, i could never change it.

I still dont want to. I want to remain see-through.

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DEPARTED to the judgment

DEPARTED to the judgment,
A mighty afternoon;
Great clouds like ushers leaning,
Creation looking on.

The flesh surrendered, cancelled,
The bodiless begun;
Two worlds, like audiences, disperse
And leave the soul alone.

Emily Dickinson

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K i s n a

Nikon D70

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at haridwar....a roadside seller.

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Tiniest Butt

Old Delhi
Nikon D70

Thats one butt i would love to kiss

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AS by the dead we love to sit

AS by the dead we love to sit,
Become so wondrous dear,
As for the lost we grapple,
Though all the rest are here,

In broken mathematics
We estimate our prize,
Vast, in its fading ratio,
To our penurious eyes!

Emily Dickinson



True...our hearts always yearn for what's not. Not for that which is. You kill people in your mind, but like a heart beat they still live on in your heart. Now how do u ever kill a heart beat without killing yourself 1st?

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Life is moving on.....why am i still stagnant...

Trickling down my cheek was a tear,
when your sweet memories came back again
they came along with a silent pain
because now you were nowhere near...

Trickling down my cheek was a tear,
when in my mind came your face so fine
you can never be mine
to me you had made that so clear...

Trickling down my cheek was a tear,
when i was unable to find out why you did not love me,
what reason could it be
was it someone else?? i was haunted by this fear...

Trickling down my cheek was a tear,
when i found out that you were made for someone else only
my heart broke i felt so lonely
because iv been loving you for years...

Trickling down my cheek was a tear,
when everything is over now
in front of my fate i had to bow
but you were the only one whom i had ever loved my dear...

- wrote this when i was in high school

A self portrait, in my deepest darkest hours.....Missing Gabbar...coming back home is the hardest thing to do now. Not having him at the door with the 1st ring of the doorbell, and jumping all over me.

In loving memory of

Gabbar died today morning. He was barely 5 months old. Food poisoining and a lousy vet took his life away.

Will miss you Gabbar.

Love you

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