Camouflage of life

The stars were shining everywhere...but somehow, the glitter in those eyes was mesmerizing.

Somehow the hands betray me. My mind is thinking thousand of thoughts but not one of them are being written down by my hands. Its a time to pause.

There is a house in the distant horizon. I want to run towards it. I can see people around it and hear them laughing. My heart is filled with emotions incomprehensible. My dad's smile is bright. He sees me and smiles broadly. I want to run to him.... I just stand there watching them. One day I will reach there. Right now... I just watch them.

You can't dance and I can't sing. It's like we were made for each other. A perfect love story...

It's really wie r d...the feelings that we get sometimes. We feel them. We think about them. And then...ironically...we can't do much about them. In its completeness the hollow created by it will leave us vacant. And we know it. But even by trying to be all wise and intelligent  we just melt with the smile on that face. But then...do I love by only touching? Or do I love by only saying? Can't I just love? In it's wholeness, its the feeling that counts. Nobody can create it. Nobody can destroy it. But we can only feel it. So let's smile with the smile and find the essence of true meaning of love. It's not about getting it. It's about feeling it and finding peace in it. In all it's ache a hint of comfort. wierd 

Today I confirm...chivalry comes with birth and cannot be taught. On my way to office, the shuttle is full of guys and not a single one of them offers to give their seat. I am the only girl in the shuttle. I know more than half of the guys in here. Some I have trained others are acquaintances and for some I have been a supervisor. Leaving the seat is not important but its one of few things that make our society a civilized one. Looks like we are moving towards an age of total loss of senses. Dear Gentlemen, you are indeed a dying breed. I can only witness a herd of young boys who have no clue what manners are.

When the world is defined in a way God did not create it, it becomes inhuman.