And there it goes again!

Another quiz!

And seems like I was created to love and be loved!

Why does it turn me into a cynic, every time I hear the word!

There are so many things I want to get over!

You might be among them!

But irony is! I can't get over my own destructive self! 

# quiet mornings! # cynical mode!

Yours 
I need some yoga therapy!
I need some calm mind!

I have always loved the sea, before you, within you and after you!


Yours
I don't know how long I have loved you

Eventually

That weak moment, when you want to communicate! But then when you look at life, the 'wanting' fades away!
Its easier to look at the pictures! But its never easy to look back...looking back at the memories!

I wish it was as easy as pondering over self made plans!
I wish it was as easy as a conversation!
I wish it was as easy as a phone call!
I wish it was as easy as a writing!
I wish it was as easy as it was!

Eventually you come to know who you are!
Eventually you stop pretending!
Eventually you let go!
Eventually you rest!
Eventually you stop resenting!

But how many eventually's do I need to get over 'you' ?

Why has it not happened eventually?

Eventually! Why hasn't the love faded away!

Yours
Neither my mood swings nor my hormones are raging
It's just that, I get 'you'-sick sometimes

The day I act purely on impulse, I assume I have ADHD!

The day I have my mood swings, I assume I have BIPOLAR DISORDER!

The day I have my psychosomatic pain, I assume I have DEPRESSION!

Then there are days, I don't feel a thing!

 I don't assume! I presume!

Yours
But you always said that I assume things!

Bitter love

Love makes me a cynic

Love makes me sarcastic

Love makes me a sinner

Love makes me an atheist

Love makes me skeptical

Love makes me destructive

Love makes me sour

Love makes me 'not enough'

Love makes me aware

Love makes me bitter

Love breaks me

Love makes me

Love crashes around me

Love suffocates me


Yours
So much for love

Yours
Robert Langdon and Dr. Elizabeth Sinskey reminded me of the not 'us'

People pusher!

Pushing people away is an art!

Is it?

Or do you cultivate it within years?

Or do you acquire it from your own damaged self?

Or do you have it with in?

I knew I never had it!

Do you have it at all?

Is it actually an art?

Is it the right thing to do?

But then what is right and what is wrong!!

But what is right for you, might me wrong for me!

But what is wrong for you, might me right for me!

Yes! I am a self confessed people pusher!
Call me a selfish bitch!
Call me a self centered leo!
But I am my own hero!

And I need some damage control!

Yours
Art of loving your own demons

The line

The line which I have fabricated
Is my nemesis

The line which I live by
Is where my soul floats

The line which I swear by
Is where I exist

The line which picks on me
Is how I keep my emotional disaster on check

The line which holds me together
Is the reason why I break everytime

The line which I lowered once
Is the reason why you happened

The line which you saw
Was the reason I could jump over it

Baby you were the reason

Baby you were the grenade

Baby you were/are never mine

The line reminds me of you

The line longs for the unknown

The line scares me

The line gives me troubled sleep

The line keeps me from being me

But to what end!

But what extent!

Yours
You always asked why  I have the line all over me
You always asked me why is the line so high up
And you asked where is the line

Soul has a soul!

Is your soul yours to protect?

Is your soul yours to destroy?


But is your soul yours to carve?

But is your soul yours to ruin?

But is your soul yours to torment?

But is your soul yours to nurture?


Is your soul is what you own?

Is your soul is what is your own?

Is your soul is what you owe?

Keeping secrets and revealing them!

Hiding secrets and protecting them!

Killing it within you, will it bring you any peace?
Burying it deep inside, will it make it any worse?


I don't know about you!

But it definitely calms my nerves!


Yours
You spin my head
You swing my world
Like a wild flower

Someday!

Somedays I feel a lot of things

Somedays I feel nothing

Somedays I just feel I should stop writing

Somedays I just feel that will suffocate me

Somedays I feel I should just vanish

Somedays I feel I should just stay

Somedays I feel a lot of things

Somedays I feel nothing

Somedays I know things are not correct

Somedays I know things are not always the same

Somedays I ignore things

Somedays I let things burn me

Somedays I let out a lot of things

Somedays I kill them inside me

Is showing off is a way of expression?

Is not showing off makes you insensitive?

What if, you are afraid to do so?

What if, you are protecting your soul?

But is your soul yours to protect?

But is your soul yours to ruin?

Yours

Bryan Adams nearly killed me