tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74665142766227359052011-08-02T12:57:06.387-07:00pecshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667582037678068550noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466514276622735905.post-2852936006767422662009-09-19T08:04:00.000-07:002009-09-19T08:05:36.031-07:00there comes a time when a path has to be chosen or one which has to left behind...<br /><br />and hemul is on one such diverging road<br /><br />hmm will she won't she?<br /><br /><br />bloody words<br /><br /><br />Say my love is easy had,<br />Say I'm bitten raw with pride,<br />Say I am too often sad-<br />Still behold me at your side.<br /><br />Say I'm neither brave nor young,<br />Say I woo and coddle care,<br />Say the devil touched my tongue-<br />Still you have my heart to wear.<br /><br />But say my verses do not scan,<br />And I get me another man!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />another year,<br /><br /><br />presumptions presumptions presumptions...fuck the world<br /><br />nevertheless<br /><br />its the ol feel again<br />elstablishment and a bit of achievement<br /><br />eeeek<br /><br />how cliche the terms sound now<br /><br />funny how xpctns never end...<br />and a few happy moments u conceive are just blown away by mere non-acknowledgement...<br />a few words wood be really nice to hear and even say<br />a few more wood jus push the fear away<br />but then a lot is left unsaid<br />and a lot more suspended unexpressed<br />is this another form of cowardice?<br /><br />why r the intellects not clicking?<br />why the belief of being unbelievingly hard?<br />why the acceptance of something half good?<br /><br />and why so the reactions?<br /><br /><br />and this is bloody good :)<br />n this is apparently very unlike me :<br />http://www.infinityiitd.com/creative/index-2-3.php?id=209&amp;sc=9<br /><br />see the new nameless post : lightning in the csl class<br /><br />the gifts i brought<br />on my bed, stare at me<br />my thoughts clogged<br />are left to me<br />things i want to speak<br />but my eyes just stare<br />feelings suspended to somebody's care<br />objectives i once rejected<br />are now often perceived<br />and realised frequently<br />through the words we speak<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466514276622735905-285293600676742266?l=csirrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pecshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667582037678068550noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466514276622735905.post-6919928892546275812009-07-27T02:07:00.001-07:002009-07-27T02:08:56.054-07:00the gifts i brought<br />on my bed, stare at me<br />my thoughts clogged<br />are left to me<br />things i want to speak<br />but my eyes just stare<br />feelings suspended to somebody's care<br />objectives i once rejected<br />are now often perceived<br />and realised frequently<br />through the words we speak<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466514276622735905-691992889254627581?l=csirrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pecshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667582037678068550noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466514276622735905.post-69839942705306651582009-05-14T06:29:00.000-07:002009-05-14T06:31:27.474-07:00its funnyy<br /><br />now m having this feeling all over again<br /><br />a bit surprised to admit it<br /><br />but m missing my parents,,,<br /><br />m not the arrogant mannerless snob they think i m<br /><br />ok maybe a bit...<br /><br />but i do really miss them...their company ...them<br /><br />oh...how things used to be ...and how they r now....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466514276622735905-6983994270530665158?l=csirrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pecshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667582037678068550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466514276622735905.post-43853353500390630992009-04-05T09:30:00.000-07:002009-04-05T09:31:22.567-07:004-04-09<br /><br />its even more intriguing vat a few "bad" days can force u to become<br />i look back now unbelieving .....thawt i was too strong....well i was...i am....atleast to the world...fckr...<br />but somebdy knows my true side....which is..weak,,....<br /><br /><br />00:00 hrs....i look at ma cell...it says shelly n gagan bdy rmdr...<br /><br />haha ... i call gagan....my girlfrnd...but then it was ma cousin gagan(guy)...popat...ha...<br />( i guess the monotonous tone took the fun outta the whole thing!)<br /><br />i called up shelly...he's a nice guy ... i like him...too gud a frnd...too nice a guy to be real...<br />he tol me about manpreet...that he still misses me...i was thnking of him too a few days bac...vatever...<br /><br />this csl assgnmnt cud take forever...and the courses to be picked up next semster...*ck<br /><br />i hav moved a lot on atlas shrggd...like the book...adore it...its so ..me...<br /><br /><br />its ma dadz bdy 2mrw...havn't bought a card as of yet...will buy one soon...will mail him one too...<br />we got trnsfrd....again...its been so long....never thawt we wud...pune..was so beautiful...and eventful too..<br />: - > him -- 12th ---1st in skul---informatics gold medal--basketball --- regional debate finals--frnds---iit -- HIM--<br /><br />how can u get over somethng really touchingly beautiful...well u can't...and u don hav to...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466514276622735905-4385335350039063099?l=csirrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pecshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667582037678068550noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466514276622735905.post-76801111473503159872009-04-05T09:29:00.000-07:002009-04-05T09:30:42.055-07:00i try to be brave mom<br /><br />...<br />but then its not as easy as it seems....<br /><br />its gts to me somtetimes ...or rather i let it get to me....<br /><br />its creepy mom...and its lonely...i miss u so much....i ddn't hav to be so brave...u tol me...warned me...even cried for me...<br /><br />but i was blinded...and now the light is too much in my eyes....it sucks mom<br />and i love you so much<br />and<br />i don like this at all ...and i pray the lord my soul to keep...<br />to help me be me..<br />to help me remain me...<br /><br />how do u preserve ur integrity in a place like this...???<br /><br />...<br />and now i know vat bad fud can do to girls and make them such...mom it was bad seeing this side of girls<br />...<br />....r of human beings...<br />scary<br /><br />shocking....sad<br />...pathetic<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466514276622735905-7680111147350315987?l=csirrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pecshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667582037678068550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466514276622735905.post-90293027540599834882008-11-03T16:01:00.000-08:002008-11-03T16:06:57.311-08:00<em><br /><br /><br /><br />Conscience</em> is a hypothesized ability or faculty that distinguishes whether one's actions are right or wrong.....<br /><br /><br />its not much of a big issue but now i thnk i hav cum to a point in my life whr i m witnessing the change ,.....given that i m admist it!<br />a point whr conscience has become irrelevant( or so i thnk) and the self has taken over...<br /><br />but this dominance is rather shrewd....i wish it were much like the fountnhd....<br />but i guess now i m bcming a part of the commonplace selfish ...whr if it affects me i'll bother...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the change has begun....the soulless must watch out!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466514276622735905-9029302754059983488?l=csirrnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pecshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667582037678068550noreply@blogger.com0