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it has been a very long time since we saw each other; its not often that i miss being honest with you more then just missing you.

my words seems strange to myself when i say" i missed you lots today" i dont know how much of it is true; cause baby i really don't have time to wait and think for either you or me.

it had been my habit to miss you;but lately it has been a kind of job which i don't want to do; which is just calling up and saying "i am fine."

it never crossed my mind that it would b… Continue

I went for a walk in my dream to a forest where i saw hundred hands of trees holding a peaceful lake;and on its surface beautifully slept were the weathered leaves.

I found my self attracted to its mystic and i dint know when my feet carried me towards it; its cold water and my warm feet gave me a weird sensation that ran through my body; as if pointing out the difference of its state and mine.

Water was as transparent as the glass and i could see it playing with my feet ;teasing and tempting… Continue

i am not dead .
i am still alive.
They were just thoughts nothing was real.
i have not lost my mind.
i am still as sane as i was.
but i wonder your definition of "sane" is same as my or not.........

i want it to kill me; i cant take it any more; i wish i was some place else other then where i am right now.

its a slow poison spreading all over my body; its making my each part limp and its stinking so bad that its chocking my lungs and i can hardly breathe.

i am crying cause its hurting a lot and i think its vain to live like this; why dint it just kill me ;please let me die.

i cant move; i cant scream my throat is so dry ;i feel the death running in my body but i can still breathe;its pie… Continue

I look at the pouring rain and i look at each of those falling drops through my glass window.

Its been some time since i am observing them n there has not been a single change; all the rain drops are falling from the sky; some fall on the leaves of trees; some disappear into the ground leaving no trace of their existence.

Then why is it that i keep staring at them when its the same scene repeating again n again.

Have i cracked my mind in two; is this all real; that i am here; for the last one… Continue