I'm tired.

I'm tired of writing about you...

But I still,

fill my blog about you...

I still keep on writing about you...

Because, this is all what is left now!!!

Atleast, let me enjoy writing ((about you!!!))

It was a bright and sunny morning in the year 1985.
A little boy was impatient in front of the operation theatre.
He looked more anxious than his dad,
for his mom had promised him a special gift very soon.

And at about 10.45am,
he heard a disturbing,

loud cry of a baby inside the room.
He held his dad’s hands tightly.

A few minutes later,

a nurse opened the door and

brought a white wrap of cloth.
He couldn’t see what was in it,
so the boy stretched his legs

and tried his best to get a glance.
That’s when his dad took the wrap of cloth

and showed it to him.

There it was…
His gift from mom!

Wrapped in white cotton cloth,
Tiny eyes closed and alseep,
Tiny hands folded and close to chest,
Curly hair, black and fallen on her forehead,
Her face so soft and red,
There she was lying, his gift!

His angel!!!

The little boy couldn’t stop his smile.
He was afraid to touch her.
Slowly, he bent and kissed her on the forehead.
The first touch of love,
she got from the unfamiliar world!

And so…..
I WAS BORN!!!

Eyes

Eyes...

Sparkling!

People attracted

by my sparkling eyes...

They stared

with a 'wow' on their lips,

when I passed by.

I tried not to

look straight but down.

But the sunny day

made my eyes more sparkling.

A girl came up to me

to know the secret

behind my magic eyes.

So I asked her.

"Have you ever fallen in love?"

She gestured a 'no'

with her head.

Then I said.

"I'm sorry, dear.

Then you can't have sparkling eyes.

It's a gift from God to people who have lost their love."

As she stood clueless,

I walked away trying to

hold the tears from rolling down

from my eyes as always !

Muje thumse mohabat ho gayi he....

Hmmmm !!!!

'Venice'

Beautiful and romantic

as people call it.

I was searching for my lost

memories of my lost love

on the thin and

confusing lanes of Venice.

I wished to go in a 'gondola'

where we could see the horizon,

where no one else would

disturb our peace of love,

where we could enjoy

the sun and the cold breeze together,

where we could kiss passionately.

But I was lost...

on the thin lanes of Venice.

And my love...

was lost long back !!!

But I thank God

for my hallucinations.

For, I enjoy it !!!

I'm hurt....

to know someone is suffering.

Inspite of his trials to hide,

I got to know his pain.

And, it hurts !!!

Perhaps, he din't want

me to share his pain.

Oh God ! Tell him,

I share his joys and sorrows uninvited.

That's my destiny !!!

I love fighting with you...

so that i can get a warm hug

when it ends !!!

But is this really I want in life ??!!

That question doesn't make any sense.

Don't you think?!

But I know the answer to that.

And that's hidden reason behind every fight !!!