IN the language hour,
" "

Dreamt all night
with you by my side
words fell short
when you went too far

I stood staring at the daylight
which once raised our souls
but the same is here now
tearing mine apart

Remembrance of every smile
ends with a tear
and a dewdrop falls to wipe it away
The time which had only you and me
raced too fast
And here we are
far apart
too far that we never dreamt off

Breaking all the vows
blind to all the care
now here lies my heart
bleeding but you would never know it

A WALK BY THE MEMORY LANE

A hug when i broke
A pat when i needed
And a companion for the end of my life

Every stupid talk brought you closer
And i knew i was farther away from myself
Reality seems better than dreams
when i know you are with me
whatever may it take
just swear on me that you gonna be there
NOW and FOREVER
with me

forever...

BacK aftEr a long timE na??? hmm..its hard to sit class listening to dumb lectures occasionally but its fun on the other hand because no one has timE to bother you.That is the situation we that is the people of our class are into right now.En Joying every moment,having loads of fun in freshers party n alot of competitions in store. hm mm well let me be frank its really hard tO listen to a person who goes on blabbering all the time and tat too at night ( it really sucks).
half the time we spend hooting n the other half ... people lie in their own world's n tat includes me too.
well its hard to do something productive when yo are so damn bored..well here is a Short poem( maybe iF yO cuD call onE lol) i wrote while sitting in language class yesterday..
dedicated to all my p.U friends especiallY "ASH" , "SHERIN" n " adi" idiotZZ i'M missinG yO aloTTt n this one is for yo

"FoReVEr"

Walking past the lanes
memories keep me going.
The hugs,the cries
the smiles n the fights.
EverythinG which made me smilE
seems to be a myth
...
time neva waits is all tat
i know
It never lets anything to stick on
is all that people say
But looking into our eyes
their realisation will forever bound bacK.

where eva we may live
when eva we may weep
nothing is gonna stop us
as far as we know tat
we have something for
now n forevaaa....
miss yOOOOOOOOOOOO

vinoD thankZ a loTTTT

maH dadz tH strongesT

ppL saY goodtimes cmE aftR bad times pass awaY . buT i wondeR what if th bad times taket our spirits to enjoy th goodtimes. hmmm.. i donT really have th habiT to exaggerate things xcept ofcorse in examz .. .. cming to th perview of th title. mah dad is a entrepreneur in the sense he owns a business enterprise. business in th sense its not a trading firm.its a non-trading concern primarily meant to render service now service in mY dad's context in EDUCATION( vital aint it?)
dad had always did usual things in an unusual way. he inspite of runnin a schooL started oFF sericulture in a piece of land inherited froM his forefathers. every wenT well though der were obstacles cause when yo do something not for the sake of doinG but with a will to do , to learn out of it things which abstain you from it too seem to be a welcome noTe ( lol didnt get a worD)
hmmmm..it was dad's usual routine to teach in school then to rush to the farm. he was sort of enjoying it thoroughly.until one wrecked day. it was around 9.30 o 10 , dad usually used to be back bY 8.3opm. me n mum were waiting , sis went to bed coz she an early bird. time rolled on. door bell rang. it wasnt dad bt it was grandma. i sensed smething was wronG. finally she broke the icE. dad was hiT bY An *********( tats a beep word) . dad came home right after her. a bandage round his head.
he was hit by a club when he bent his scooter to start it. tat man had hit him once n dad had eva tried to told his hand inspite of th blood oozing down his face. well, he escaped. our farm is on the outskirts of a village (hometown). dad dint have any rescuE team either. he walked all the way till the milk diary of th village abouT 1o mins walk when yo are normal.met with uncles n the whole incident came to satisfactory end cos iF my uncles werent der it would have tuk him time to reach out to others n the wound wasnt a tinY pricK.
it was jusT a matter oF seconDs if tat person had hit my dad on the right part oF the head then maybe i wouldnt have had one now. Even today sittinG in ouR kitchen discussinG relevant topics i stand on the stool n look into my dad's head. The scaR still remains buT noT the pain. I know me, mum n sis wil neva forgivE taT @r$e buT dad laughs at iT.

AT th end oF thE daY i gO bacK tO beD wiTh a ProuD feeliNg " mah dad is stronger than tH cluB indeed he is the strongesT"