I am just ordinary.

I was trying to get some bit of sleep...infact I had almost reached the world of my dreams,when this call comes calling me a 'thief'...
no,I didn't steal money,nor jewelery,not even somebody's heart if you think the Romeo-Juliet kind!:P
I stole somebody's words.I won't elaborate on this but...I did not quite like re-discovering myself.Now.
Had I been a princess I would have filled you with my luxuries.
Had I been an angel,I would make all your wishes come true.
Had I been the mountain,I would have protected you from all your foes.
Had I been a pencil,I would have made a mark in your life forever.
Had I been a singer,I would make your life musical.
Had I been the rain,I would refresh your soul every time I poured on you.
Had I been beautiful,I would have make sure u rose with pride,every time you look at me.

I am none of them.I am just a human,that too a plain ordinary one.All that I have is words.But,they fall too short for you every time.Yes,I keep looking for words,looking for things to make you happy...or should I say,I keep looking for ways to impress you.But sooner or later I realize they ain't enough.I need more.You would say,"why?why do you need to impress me?don't you know that I love you?"
Yes,I know.I know you love me....but what if one day you feel I am too ordinary?too less for you?what if you feel you deserved someone better?what if you feel I am good for nothing?what if you feel I wasted your life?what if one day you call me up and say..."go away"....
what if you stop loving me one day?
I fear.I fear the thought of losing you.And,in the fear of arrival of that day,I keep looking for ways to impress you.

I am sorry.forgive me.

bored of me...

bored of me...

I’m bored of me. I’m bored of the same face that stares back at me from my bathroom mirror. I’m bored of my clothes, of the jewelry I wear. I want a make over. Where everything about me will be differentDifferent clothes. Thinner. No fab India. No silver earrings. No vodka n lime cordial. No cheap motorola cellphone. No buses. No metros. No same old curly hair that has looked the same since I was sixteen. No gurjari jhola. No chappals. no reporting stuff that I’m bad at. No wondering about why the bloody hell that guy didn’t call me. No keeping quiet when some one’s mean to me. No more sappy romance novels. No inarticulate speaking. No more whining. No more wallowing.
No more of me.
I want to go out shopping for a brand new me.....








this was written way back....he went through my entire blog and loved ONLY this...
that's what makes it so special.It had to be re-posted here.:)
p.s.-i think i have found a new me.somewhat new.

me and you.

I,
have a face,have a mind
made of mindless atoms
whose frenzied motion
brings order to my thoughts today.

My thoughts,
my pains,joys,memories
nostalgic alternations of reality
behind whose hinted glasses i see you.

You,
met me,changed me..bade me farewell
a teardrop was a lens that day
broke my world to pieces;not colors
yet a cold smile returned to me
for in a peice of shattered glass
..... I saw you

HE

one of my fav post in my previous blog.


he
he makes me fall for him...i trip n fall
he picks me up...i fall for him again
n again...yet again...
again


again....

he falls along with me
we enjoy it
we fall together

togther again

it hurts
the pain of falling again n again

yet i seem to enjoy the wounds
he dosent
gives up on falling wd me

it would be the never ending process if i hadnt been 'his cup of tea'.
he broke my heart to pieces

I begin.

pheeew!My id has been hacked,and hence my inaccessibility to my previous blog.
so....lot of old memories lost,lot of words submerged with a lot of feelings faded.

new blog.
new id.
new template.
....
with newer feelings and newly discovered words
I name my blog whisperedwords.:)

I will also post few of my favorites from my previous blog.