YOU ARE SPECIAL,MY FRIEND...

THIS, I WROTE KEEPING SM1 WHO'S A REAL DEAR N CLOSE FRND IN THOUGHTS...

SO..THIS ESPECIALLY GOES 2 U,MY FRND...U SIMPLY ROCK!!!

Wanna give you a dream, everytime I watch u going to sleep..

Wanna give you a sunshine, evrytime when I see u waking up..

Wanna fill your day with smiles, everytime that we meet..

Wanna make you feel 'Whoah, what a day', everytime we are date..

Wanna tell you all off and on life, everytime that we talk..

Wanna listen to nothing else, when you are telling me your things..

Wanna get closer to you, everytime when i find you feeling not all that alright..

Wanna snuggle you closer, everytime when I find u living up best moments of life..

Winning moments, when you'll be amidst crowds cheering you up n celebrating your triumph..

Far alone in some corner, I'll be there standing, watching u n feeling victorious..

WANNA GIVE YOU ALL..WHEN I SEE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO OUR FRIENDSHIP!!!

LUV,

Teejay.

SOME DREAM...

While tavelling to Nagpur, last summer... I eventually met a man who shared my compartment in train and left it at Bhopal station. but his elegant personality left an indelible mark on my mind.

Suhaas was his name. To say that Suhas was handsome would be to leave much unsaid. From him, radiated a tense, inflexible attraction. It was as if there was a thunderbolt in the depths of his being, of which the rumblings could not be heard, but only cruel flashes sometimes seen.

In his looks,there was a polished urbanity like some sharpened knife. His intoxicating smile was enough to attract anyone. He took just so mch care of his appearance as was necessary for his dignity and no more. His short clipped hair needed no special attention to be kept in place. His complexion was almond,with just a touch of color of his face..in his glance was the glint of keen insight, in his compressed lips, unyielding keen resolve. Every act of his seemed to be noble, every move of his poised to be dignified. For me, he was an unforgettable guy with an unforgettable personna.

But now he was leaving...going out...of my dream as the alarm rang up n I woke up to find the time piece showing seven in morning!!!

THE NOTHING GIRL

Maybe I wear baggies
and white socks with flip-flops,
maybe I don't like listening to rave
and I'm not on the social mountaintops,
maybe I don't care about the things
that make your worlds twirl,
maybe you look at me and think:
Gee, what a nothing girl.


Maybe I like giving smiles
which seems to be a sin today,
and maybe I allow my imagination
to sometimes run away,
maybe you don't understand this
and that's why you cannot see,
if this make me a nothing girl,
hey, that's ok with me!


The world makes you believe
your personality mustn't be detected,
your face must be picture perfect
and wear cloths just the best, to be accepted.
Maybe I look at you
and feel sorry that you're blind,
superficial you have became,
yourself you'll never find.


God made you, as well as me,
this means I am something,
the world is a liar
and if I must be a nothing
for you to see it,then so be it!

LOVE MEANS NEVER HAVING TO SAY YOU'R SORRY...

When 'SORRY' is the word between you 'n' me,

You need not say it, I'll feel your wet eyes.

I'll feel your heart burning, and mine craving

for the soothe that I've always got there,

there next to you, in your arms.

The smile at the very small triumph of mine,

the joy, above words, of yours

when we shared li'l happy, bright moments

And the tear doting at the corners of your eyes,

when you've been proud of my being...

Oh my sweets.....,

when 'SORRY' is the word between you and me,

You need not say it, I'll miss the sunshine in ur smile.

It's your love that's kept the flame burning,

It's my faith that's kept the bond growing.

Let's not walk lone on this coarse path of life so long,

For I fear I'd fall apart without you,

I fear I may lose myself if i lose u ever.

So Don't you say SORRY for i'll feel our tender love,

in that innocent face of yours...

TAKE WING INTO A WORLD OF LIMITLESS DISCOVERY

Life's often a choice between risk and comfort, between following goals dictated by values and principles and running in the hounds, between living in an enviornment and creating an enviornment.

I wish so much that one could get hold of the idea of what perfection in this world consists of. It is not like going up a great hill from which we see an ever widening landscape, greater horizon, a plain receding farther and farther into the distance.

It is more like an overgrown path which we cannot find; we grope about; we are caught up in brambles; we lose all sense of distance covered; we donot know whether we are going around in circles or whether we are advancing.

We are sure of only one thing- that we desire to go on even though we are worn out and tired. That is your life and you should rejoice greatly because of it, for it is a true life; serious and real, on which God opens His eyes and His heart.....

GREY MATTER

There were times when i loved rains,
liked it when they soaked me in their wetness..
but now it feels as if they are no more moist...
Ths life's al got so dry!!!

There were times i loved the wild orchards,
felt divine when i walked past those woods..
but nw it seems they've lost their green...
Ths life's al got so barren!!!

There were times when i loved colors,
beamed when they dazzled bright in all their beauty..
but now it seems they've lost their shine...
ths life's become al so colorblind!!!

There were times when i danced with breaking winds,
slept tight when the evening breeze took me in its lap..
but nw it seems as if these gusts hv lost their rhythm...
Ths life's got al so breathless!!!

IN THE END....

There isn't much I haven't shared,
With you along the road
And through it all there'd always be
Tomorrow's episode.
Suddenly that isn't true
There's another avenue
Beckoning the great divide
Ask no questions, take no side
Who's to say who's right or wrong
Whose course is braver run
Still we are, have always been
Will ever be as one.
What is done has been done for the best
Though the mist in my eyes might suggest
Just a little confusion about what I'll lose,
But if I started over, I know I would choose
The same joy, the same sadness each step of the way
That fought me and taught me that friends never say,
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye

TRUE COLORS OF GREASEPAINT

Life's a lot different than what we get to see on celluloid. The greased masks, the emotions, the candyfloss, the glitterati, the papparazzi...are unlike our plain lives, wound in vicious circles of life and circumstances. It's all as false as scintillating its apppearence is.

We're draped in an altogether unknown silkened fabric, our sentiments and thoughts woven with an incredible flowing thread. The irony of it all is, knowingly or unknowingly, we relish this superficiality, this stupendous act of glamour n glitz of silverscreen, the vanity. We love to see the extremities of behavior of characters meeting up at some plot. No shades, just blacks and whites.

Heroism scaling unmounting heights and vices to no limits. The vigour, the virility eludes us to no extremes.

We try to imitate, to follow their seducing ways. We idolise them and worship like they are some Gods with ulti mate lethal strength of erotica and power of sexuality. We lose count of the times we'v laughed with them, cried, felt powerless, found our chests swollen up with pride seeing their nobility and seen glimpses of our own facets in their portrayal.