tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978327408480077408.post6967815797322207764..comments2023-08-05T09:13:52.513-07:00Comments on Life Itself: This is how I long for YouZoya Brarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04124589649184155148noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978327408480077408.post-68996937092097511942015-01-17T20:42:45.900-08:002015-01-17T20:42:45.900-08:00Sahil... Thank you for always reading
AnL.. You a...Sahil... Thank you for always reading<br /><br />AnL.. You are right.. A lot of the posts are about me and I like to keep the readers guessing! I hate that you can't observe humans the way you can observe science. <br /><br />5-D.. Thank you. But isn't it high time you reveal your identity :) <br /><br />Not so disguised... I always love it when my writing motivates someone to write something. Zoya Brarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04124589649184155148noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978327408480077408.post-86319272312599612502014-09-29T21:35:54.981-07:002014-09-29T21:35:54.981-07:00Well said, old friend.
5-DWell said, old friend.<br /><br />5-DAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978327408480077408.post-32179850072835126172014-09-28T14:42:08.680-07:002014-09-28T14:42:08.680-07:00Her thoughts cloud my judgement
Her presence usual...Her thoughts cloud my judgement<br />Her presence usually unfolds each secrets of my heart<br />Just her eyes are enough to dissect n intersect my thoughts<br />But a mere noise of a tear drop, wraps me up again<br />It may not always be past wounds but it certainly is the feared tomorrow <br />Making me throw tantrums as a decoy from what I essentially feel.<br /><br />And yet<br />Every time I think of the moment where the hour glass froze.. <br />The blood rushing to grab her hand n the muscles numb to understand<br />Was a moment of clarity; to give up all for one<br />Was also a moment of reality; to pull away from what could be us as one<br />To her who I seek for yrs today is the one who I hide away from<br /><br />Is she an observer "here to understand me" or is she a participant "with me to live it along"<br />An observer looks at the specimen from a distance, its way, its need n its greed. <br />Can she keep away or maintain the distance; dreaming, sympathizing and pitying <br />Or would she share ordeals, anger, some love and majority of the cloudy judgement that I have lived with for all the yrs<br />Is it her childish curiousness to know me? and will her thirst quench if I become an available book she could read?<br />Or does she desire to hold my hand? can she live with the mess, the brimming emotions and pain ? what if she comes crashing like others; wishing she never opted to learn about "ME".<br />Maybe she's just Ambitious? To deck up the overflowing closet and make it sorted and her way.<br /><br /><br />Not so disguised initials<br /><br /> Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978327408480077408.post-27856240235536149922014-09-28T13:38:09.933-07:002014-09-28T13:38:09.933-07:00"quote"
Nothing goes as planned.
You we..."quote"<br /><br />Nothing goes as planned.<br />You were an accident.<br />A chance, a mistake.<br /><br />If I could, I would redo<br />I would erase the mischance,<br />I would rewind to our day.<br /><br />Everything will change.<br />Nothing will stay the same.<br />You & I will move on.<br /><br />Maybe I will hold your hand.<br />Maybe I will kiss you goodbye.<br />Maybe you will stay. <br /><br />"Unquote"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978327408480077408.post-54844484954231815242014-09-24T12:24:25.172-07:002014-09-24T12:24:25.172-07:00Zoya, any effort to observe always alters what'...Zoya, any effort to observe always alters what's being observed. It is true in physics (a la Heisenberg), and it is true in Life. Anthropology is hard to begin with; it is nearly impossible when you are involved.<br /><br />When I read your blog, it really seems to me that is written ABOUT you (it just happens to be written... BY you as well)<br /><br />AnLAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978327408480077408.post-78902124555962814252014-09-24T12:18:30.295-07:002014-09-24T12:18:30.295-07:00Sahil... you write in very long sentences. As they...Sahil... you write in very long sentences. As they say in Punjabi, "saah charh gayaa mainu"..... but you've expressed a wonderful sentiment nevertheless.<br /><br />AnLAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978327408480077408.post-35636244359157530712014-09-24T12:00:11.399-07:002014-09-24T12:00:11.399-07:00Are you longing for a coffee as well?? I already m...Are you longing for a coffee as well?? I already miss you..a self proclaimed relationship Is what this looks like from the outset , as if I meet you somewhere in my dreams..Your face not clear yet I can sketch you..I reach out to touch you..and the moment I get there, "whoosh" its all gone! I find myself surrounded by the same old things cluttered around me..that's how much I long for you, even in my dreams!<br />Love you<br />Yours truly Anonymous for youhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13647200596227145184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978327408480077408.post-89296504493547110912014-09-24T10:55:32.923-07:002014-09-24T10:55:32.923-07:00Longing /yearning for someone and that someone kno...Longing /yearning for someone and that someone knowing about the same is a blessing and as well as can turn out to be a sin in the present time, its such a mystery of a feeling that spreads like a fragrance as well as grows like wings of a bird, i wish each one in this complicated world has a such admirer/ lover that meaning of living life leads to spreading happiness and pampering the ones around :)}Sahilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08152716958076902406noreply@blogger.com