I know; I know what you feel,
even you hide a lot yet I can see,
all that life offers you but believe
me, I will not let you break but
fall in love all over again.
You can hold my hand; walk with me,
follow my steps or sometimes lead.
Other times I will carry you, when
I am numb; you carry me.
We can walk towards infinity
and drench together in rain
even dance whenever it snows
or live on a mango tree.
Forget the past; come with me,
let us travel and not look back,
let us stare and do nothing.
Sometimes I fear the attachment,
the one; between you and me.
I’m scared to lose you to anything,
sometimes I envy the breeze.
Sooner or later you will find out,
you might cry scream or shout!
But I wonder if you say it too,
I love you! Do you?

why part one

What is it that attracts you to another? Is it the looks or the similarities? Or maybe it is the situation in which you meet her. I think there is more to it. You can fall in love even when the world is about to end with not the most beautiful person and as they say opposites attract, she need not be same as you. Then, are all these theories about why attraction happens wrong? Then what is it that makes us think about the same person whom you don’t even know properly or can’t even make a mental picture of. You scroll through her Facebook profile now and then to check every minute update and save the profile picture and keep it is as the background of our cell phones. Oh! Come on people, like you haven’t done it before? Everyone has, sometime or other with someone or another. The only question remains that WHAT IS IT? Even the girl who is not much of a beauty is loved by someone, the ugliest of faces makes someone’s day too. So what do they have that attracts people towards them, since it is not looks it must be something inside. Something more purified that is inside all of us, some charm or as I read somewhere, it might just be our aura! We are all humans in need of love, we have to share it and live happy. We will keep falling in love and sometimes we fall so deep that we can just never rise. So next time don’t fall in love but rise!

How do we differ between adults and children, between animal and human? When do we say that a person has gone insane? Where is the dividing line? If we take time out of our busy schedule, we would realize that the word ‘human being’ is actually derived from the phrase, ‘being human’. To be human we have to act like one or else we‘ll just be referred to as ‘social animals’. Have our senses given up on us or have stopped caring about what we see or hear. What reason makes a fully grown to rule his juniors, torture them, make them sing, dance or force an intimate relationship? How it is that one human can do to another human the same insult that he had gone through some time ago? Maybe it is this very reason that makes them do it. There is a word for these insane animals ‘sadists’ as they call them with frown. It is not all of them are the same; some are caring others are ignorant of the small things that their very own friends or batch mates pick n prick on children resembling their brothers far away from home. Aren’t they reminded of their own first year? When they used to hate their same seniors and swear that they would never cause the same hardship to a single soul? People change but ideologies remain the same. They are just revengeful, narrow minded, dissatisfied, sad humans who find pleasure in others pain. But as one cannot fill his stomach on others hunger, similarly they will never be able to satisfy their need and greed by imposing rules on younger. So next time you encounter a senior bullying you, just think of him as a mentally retarded whom you would feel pity on and help otherwise too. He is just very very sick and needs help (you might as well give him a get well soon card :P)!

the love triangle

NOTE: This note contains certain mathematical symbols to be pronounced as:

θ Theta

φ Phi

і Iota

π Pie

α Alpha

σ Sigma

β Beta

γ Gamma



Once θ and φ

decided to lie,

bunk all classes

and go fly.

Through books and pages,

in words and proofs,

their love like equation,

in Einstein’s groove.

θ drank і

and φ had π,

in addition of love

they wished to multiply.

In a corner sat α

with his crooked smile,

his ugly big noose

and tears in eyes.

He saw them hug,

he envied them kiss,

jealous of their love

and never ending bliss.

He took dad’s β

in the heart shot θ,

while in her arms

her Romeo died,

φ took σ

and slit her enigma,

in death and blood

the lovers lie.

The resentful α

in his regret

swallowed some γ,

thus; too died.

Now if θ, φ or α

had not been flying high,

none would be killed

but all of them alive.

Also, I’d never sleep

but all attention to pay,

I would not write this

or flunk math today!