why there is so much of happiness around...
m afraid...
not that it will all go away some day...
but, will it ever go away some day...
the birds are happy... trees are happy...
the winds are happy... oceans are happy...
why noone is sad around...
god.. i miss sadness..
damn its too short lived in my case..
i miss pain.. and its joy..
i miss sorrow.. lol, i know m an interesting boy...
plz god.. i beg ur throne..
dont wanna live in happiness alone...
so long i have lived this way..
m getting bored of it, plz make my day..
when was it last time i cried for over 7 minutes..i dont remember...
damn my lucky number 7 turns out unlucky everytime... i surrender...
7 didnt even work on 7-7-7...
i hate it, it brought me heaven...
offo, its heaven again..
y m i not in hell.. i miss my pain...
heaven, becoz i feel so relieved
damn my sadness has become too short lived...
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Monday, July 9, 2007
Sunday, July 8, 2007
@life
wats life?? i never wonder!!!
to me... its a diary...
every page of which is written by me myself...
though with some mistakes... and some corrections...
may be a little vague.. but still very clear..
i decide its direction and move that way..
with big confidence.. a little shaken though..
and while i move, i see many such diaries..
filled with tales...
of love and hate
of amazement and grief
of births and deaths..
but in all such diaries... i find one thing common..
that happiness takes much more area than sadness..
we just don't pay enough attention to it...
and as i learn this.. i learn one more thing..
one can never write the next page..
before turning the previous one..
one can never know that the signal is green..
before taking the car out..
so i learnt to take chances..
i learnt that not everything can be planned in my diary...
and so i learnt..
not to plan at all.. :)
i write in my diary whatever comes to my mind..
trying to avoid mistakes...
but still not afraid of making some...
for, i believe...
those who don't make mistakes often don't do anything...
to me... its a diary...
every page of which is written by me myself...
though with some mistakes... and some corrections...
may be a little vague.. but still very clear..
i decide its direction and move that way..
with big confidence.. a little shaken though..
and while i move, i see many such diaries..
filled with tales...
of love and hate
of amazement and grief
of births and deaths..
but in all such diaries... i find one thing common..
that happiness takes much more area than sadness..
we just don't pay enough attention to it...
and as i learn this.. i learn one more thing..
one can never write the next page..
before turning the previous one..
one can never know that the signal is green..
before taking the car out..
so i learnt to take chances..
i learnt that not everything can be planned in my diary...
and so i learnt..
not to plan at all.. :)
i write in my diary whatever comes to my mind..
trying to avoid mistakes...
but still not afraid of making some...
for, i believe...
those who don't make mistakes often don't do anything...
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