One Day I’ll Make A Different ‘ME’ …..

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one fine day i’ll run away

far away from where i survive…..

find a place aloof from this hypocrite surrounding

a silent corner to talk with only me…..

there my heart will open itself

thousands of emotions will be set free…..

ppl say i should do this and that

but that day i’ll make the me , i wana be…..

my feelings will learn to be a soul,not body

leaving my heart,upto the zenith they must flee….

then i’ll close my empty heart

at that great day , i’ll make an unemotional Me…..

but till then please dont ’show’ that you love ME

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A rose is hurt…

Certain years ago, I was smiling,,

Years have changed me near to dying..

Touching a rose why I always strike at a thorn??

Life would have been much better if it wasnt “life” ..

Why does it always matters what you say,,

Echoless words hovering all over gray..

Wishing my heart locked like davy jones’ ,,

Love would have been much better if it wasnt “love”

That grain drink draining into me,,

How I wish I could really be me….

 

 

[[[[Disclaimer:dis poem dsnt has ne relevance or connection to my life.. it may av sm inspiration frm my surroundings...]]]]

DaStAn-e-OrKuT~~~~

this ws written by me 4 iitg humor mag “BAKARZ” ::

hope u av gud tym readin it…

 

 

Hello to all iitgians and a special hello to all the readers of BaKaRz because i know you are the ones who are keeping me alive(I can very well assume that since you can spare your very valuable time to read this useless bakar, you definitely have the time to refresh your orkut profile atleast 100 times a day  for that rare occurence of a new scrap)

But it seems that people have lost interest in me. gone are those golden days of my life when seniors used to check every new girl joining IITG community. gone are those scraps…. “bhaiya/didi i m joining IITG. will you guide me?”  (( aayo fachchon tumhe dikhaye iitg ki shan ko,,, tanki top ya hill top ki hawa aur khokha ke dhuyen ko))    “hi! r u cumin to iitg? which deptt? i’ll b ur senior”  (( first and last time politely otherwise “ae fachche!intro de” ))   “is ragging dre in iitg?”   (( nahi beta, tumhare liye pdp hai, aayo to sahi!))

they formed many new communities , made may new friends and when they got each others gtalk ids, they left me alone But one thing kept me alive in those cloudy days, those dear common scraps and bloody javascripts.
“Hello! I am shalini.I lost both my hands in an accident, still I am writing this common message and you are requested to forward this.”

My owners did lot of changes in me like dispalying updates of friends on the home page.But changes like making scrapbook private kinda took all the fun out of me..(( how will the rumour mills keep churning then!))

And then came the even sem and after alcher and before elections people became wehle. They seriously wanted to revive my life or they really became frustu, watever be the reason, hell lot of communities started becoming annoymous… and the eminent personalities like mohan, oscar wilde, etc started decorating me with their pious words..
Amidst all this mudslinging and annoyapa, I am still surviving ,, looking forward to the starting of next sem and new freshers to make my life blossom again…

,,tears..

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                  wen the tears fall,, no one sees…

                   no one feels wen the heart weeps…..

                   only i can see,, only i can feel…..

                  cos the heart is mine and the tears wer mine……..

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