Saturday, November 15, 2008

Crazy - Something I wrote while chatting to a friend of mine.

Crazy - Something I wrote while chatting to a friend of mine.


You seem preoccupied...........whats on that crazy mind.
Tell me a few, would love to listen,Its Complicated, they say it all the time.
But it isn't that way always........Tell me about it, may be this soul make it a little bit less complicated.

Brave gal you seem, to take it all alone...

Secrets of a crazy mind worth more than they seem, I'm just curious and kinda keen.
But the choice is yours, start where you can see and go where you can be.
I'm a patient listener secrets fascinates me.
they may not be secrets, they may be facts.acts of the past, like moving pictures in your mind for years and years they had played.they haunt you, they please you, they take you to places.
they bring back the memories with millions of faces.

You never give in, you never give out.
You look worried and always in doubt.
Well I am out of words, Not known you so much.
All I feel is you need a caring touch.But its sad I cant do anything, the distance between us is so much.

The distance is a wall, you made around you which should fall.
That’s what I can say, that’s all.

I meant every word that I said, I’m not being smooth,
But just a good Friend whose is in a good mood.

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>"A joker is not needed when you got the full deck of cards".
>"The day that I got to know the need of Love in my Life, was the day I started feeling that I'm Alone".

>"If you ignore your drawbacks, world won't think twice to show you the Mirror".

>"Winds of change will always take you in full circle. What has parted now from your ways will cross you again once more in the future, only if you choose to move on ahead with the time".

>"We the travellers of love, will meet soon again, as we walk towards our respective destination".

>All the answers you seek are within you, Just ask the right questions.

> They say they got reasons to live or die, but i got none for the aspects in life.

> It’s a funny thing about coming home, looks the same, smells the same, feels the same; you realize what’s changed is you.
> You can be as mad as a mad dog at the way things went. You can swear and curse the fates; but in the end, you have to let go.
> Everyone feels different about themselves one way or another, but we all goin' the same way.
> Our lives are defined by opportunities, even the ones we miss.
> I was thinking how nothing lasts, and what a shame that is. But again I knew some things do last.
> Nobody sees the obvious, nobody observes the ordinary. There are more miracles in a square yard of earth than in all the fables of the Epics and Legends

> What do I need to be Me?
To be acknowledged for who and what I am, no more, no less. Not for acclaim, not for approval, but, the simple truth of that recognition. This has been the elemental drive of my existence, and it must be achieved, if I am to live or die with dignity.