A virgin is touched for the first time,
Like his whole soul is shaken for a lifetime.
The next thing he tries to be calm,
But his face glows with a new charm.
Now he has a shining aura around his body,
Hearing everything but not listening to anybody.
To him everything around is meaningless,
He is way ahead from any pain or stress.
Melodies of violin and saxophone are vibrating in his mind,
Nothing can buy this feeling either cash or kind.
The beauty of that scenario is still framed in his eye,
Which is more beautiful than any masterpiece he could ever buy.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Saturday, July 17, 2010
F**ked Up Friendship!!!
Who is a friend??? According to the age old definition, a friend is a person who is there for you when you need him. He is there for all the best and worst times, he is someone who gives u a push when u r feeling low. So a person who is there only for the good times like a b;day party or placement celebration is no necessarily your friend. He must be able to fulfil the second and most important condition of being there for you in your worst times. I always knew the half part of the story and was always happy to calculate my friends. I use to throw a party on all my b’days and give them a party on very small things and use to think that WOW!!! I Have so Many Friends!!! I’m So Lucky. But this illusion doesn’t last for long time. Eventually when the time comes for everyone selecting a guy who they trust most, my name usually uses to be out of consideration. Peoples say history repeat itself. I use to be a very popular guy who like a phoenix was built from his own ashes. Back then as I grew, I left my old friends behind me. I created new friends who according to me were of my status. And if I was not able to make new friends, I use to impress them with help of my work. And they also happily came closer to me as I guarantee them some good work. But a phoenix does not remain young forever and so I’m not the one who can create the magic with my work. Reality is more clear when you remove your glamorous specs and hence, here I’m closer to reality and more f**ked up with the fact that how many real friends I have. Maybe it’s time for me to find some real friends and stop fooling around.
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