clueless..

Right now when i sit here with ma lap wide open , with all the keys awaiting their turns to be pressed on ,to set them into each other's company so that they can form words to constitute the sentence i want to frame...but for all that i need to know what i got to pen down. its not that the events failed to turn up in ma life or the sad story of monotony that is driving me in to the question ,the dilemma of what to ooze out of the piled up stock of things that had found its way to me is making me all stranded.there were many times i felt like if i could just sit back and place them out ,i did fear them outgrowing  time and vanishing away in to the dusty corners of ma memory library where at times i take a silent stroll only to discover there were always there but never echoing their presence. perhaps it may be because they knew there will be a time when i would long their company and retrace them back.. its been really long since i made a post,not that the blog visits were rare ,but most of the things failed to get their completed forms and remained in draft..then there arose the waves of confusion of whether to end their prison age and let them free or to leave them in shackles for now and to give birth to the new...but whatever it was there was a tight suffocation taking root in me.somewhere i felt guilty for never letting them feel the light , and i assured to myself that sooner i will end their torture as the pain of the new birth was much more intense..but the moment i was all set to unleash them out they disappeared without even bidding me a bye...right now its just their traces that is in me..                                                                      
                                                       having completed a sem which altered my views about not just architecture but lot more.the eventful zonasa.the classic usual night out sagas, the comfort and companionship that extended throughout,the loneliness that blinked now and then,the discoveries about people around, the happiness of listening to ma heart and a promise to plod on whatever it is ..spread smiles ..hoping to set ma blog in motion again... happy blogging and yeah thnx for being there till the end...:)

enslaved

every time i step in to the shadow of silence,i hear them...
they rattles within me,
their lament is suppressed by  my silence,
their voice echoes my past,the shades of happiness lingers in them....
memories to which i had lost the key to..
but every time i hold hands with the inner me,i know they are still there,
the tears that flow testimonies that forever i will belong to them...
a slave to my lost dreams.........

a peep...

Its been quite long since my last post. Perhaps the cascade of events that found their way to me made me plunge in to a sea of confusion of which to pen down first, as a result of this so called "thinking dilemma " i was into , none of them saw the light yet. !! :P Its high time i stop their rattling inside my head and place them right out here.

having rowed past a semester which showered  on me events that made me touch the zenith of both happy and sad times, i finally grabbed the third year architecture student tag!! hope to come up with posts soon... thanks for reading!!! happy blogging!!! ;)

veiled....

the tears that filled up my eyes told me i was hurt....there was no other sign that substantiated it....no physical wounds were there to yield out ma pain.....no loud cries that echoed ma silent rattles...no words that expressed the clenching suffocation i was in to... no rational thoughts to tell me the moment will pass... the ongoing salt water that traveled all its way through ma eyes to fall in to ma lap was the only evidence i had, to believe i was hurt..... the cause, the situation, the truth all was in a fog to me.... i didn't know or never dared to explore for i was even more scared of hurting myself.......a fear i had from the start.... even when i stepped on to a way i knew was meant fr the fickle hearts i believed i was on the right tracks.....for all those moments that faked their hues... all those incidents which wore d mask.... i bid u adieu...the last drop that bid ma eye promises never to fill again..as i now know people are not what they are.......and am no longer what i was....