Now I know when to stop and where to draw the  line.

I hope this holds good for all the people I meet in my life time.

Yours
Mindfulness emotion

Gift of soulful music

I have had my share of men!
Men who were friends
Men who were close friends
Men whom I was fond of
Men whom I was affectionate about
Men whom I adored
Men whom I admired
Men whom I respected
Men who were in and out and in again from my life
Men who are still in my life
And who are part of my life

You know, what is the common ground that holds me and these men together!
Mind it, they were not all my men in literal sense!
You can have only one, one!
And these men have showed me good music.

The gift of good music will always make you nostalgic.
The gift of good music will always remind you of him
The gift good music will warm your heart
The gift of good music will always make you long for more
The gift of good music will always soak up your soul
The gift of good music will what will stay with you forever
The gift of good music makes me feel closer to these men


Mitwa, reminds me of a dear friend with whom I share a bittersweet and strong bond
Mora saiyaan, reminds me of a funny and joyful good friend
The most irritating songs reminds me of a very dear friend of mine, one of kind and always been there for me even when I did not need him
There's one with whom I don't share any musical musings but he is the strong one, always walking beside you like a shadow... May the lord give him strength and good luck

Bed of roses! Reminds me of him. 
He showed me great music. I still remember his words, you will love this song. And I did and I still do.
He is not mine to love
He is not mine to long for
He showed me the world of Bryan Adams
He showed me the light house
He showed me that I might have done something right
He showed me du hast mich
He showed me don't utter a single word

The passion
The love 
The yearning
The longing

Some tiny part of me still loves you in a broken way


Yours
Bed of roses

Expectations

You cannot not have expectations at all.

In this worldly world of mere possessions and sinful pleasures,

You are not human, if you don’t have expectations

In this saint-like thought process of godly-men women,

You are not human, if you don’t have any desires

In this busy lazy crazy life,

You are not human, if you don’t say the things you are not supposed to

In this grief-stricken hour

You are not human, if you don’t have a breakdown

In this complex sinful life

You are not human, if you are not tempted to do the inevitable

In this cynical naïve life

You not human, if you don’t follow your afterglow

Yours

I wanna lay you down in the bed of roses

Always my favourite

Thanks for showing me the dark side (wink)

Alcohol is a self-righteous bitch and music is  that part of my soul, that still longs for you.
Still in love with you.
Still my broken heart wants you in a strange way
But you can't always fight the fate


Yours
If you don't want me
I must be doing something wrong 

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