Random Scribblings

Some things in my life will remain untouched and incomplete. However big my desire to have it, it will remain untouched. Even after however way I wanted it is dead is or is hopelessly impossible. I wanted it that way, and I shall have it that way. No force will work. I want it that way and that's it. Final.

Fantasies turned into dreams, I knew not when. I want to fulfill them, but I cannot touch them for its now forbidden to touch or venture. I burn to touch them, but its doused for some private good. And there, another dream dies. At the same time, in the corner of my heart, a new dream takes birth.

Love kissed me. Along with it came its beauty. It smelled so sweet that I was dazed. World seen in a different view. Its beautiful, innocent and intense. It made me feel complete.

Old habits never die. Sometimes they just disappear without a notice, for a long time maybe. A whiff of it and bang there it is back again. Addictive addiction.

Lost, are you? You think so? Stand in front of a mirror. There! You found yourself. And you thought you left yourself somewhere when you were with yourself all along.

Hatred, why trouble me now? Didn't I deal with you a few years back? Let it go, lets live in peace. Lean to forgive too. Why hurt someone just because someone hurt you? Sounds cool to do it or get back at people, but they are humans with emotions too.

He's violent but at the same time mellow. He's moody but at the same time extremely irresistible. But all are not him. How can it be? I want to believe in him, at the same don't. I want to be with him at the same time run away. Am I comfortable around him, or do I shiver thinking of him I'm uncertain. But I'm certain that I'm in love with him, no matter what he is.

There is this whole world, you and me. I listened to you to help the world, and gave it my best. I listened to me once and thought about me. I said to hell with it, for once let it be me. I"m both generous and selfish. I choose to be selfish today. Whats wrong in being selfish for a while? I'm my world.

Nothing ends. It always continues in some form or the other. Its always alive.

I know I'm the best. Who do you think you are to even think to evaluate me? Do I know you?