Am Srry


i am suprised to see the world around me today every one is so busy living their life people changes along with season every one  moves with the latest trends and new life styles. no one is willing to ride the old  motorcycles  of life they go for the latest cars in the town every one changes but "Arjun still the same"


many asked me why i started writing A blog and asked no one to follow me well  i didnt make this acount to have people following me i made this  since i gave "her" a promise i had never been a poet i had never been a writer . i never wrote anything for money or fame they are tears of my life they originate from the dark spots of my heart  they pass through my arteries   they give life to my soul it touches my dark skin and turns them fair and finaly comes out through my god given fingers. 


nobody knows who i am what i am made up of let the whole world curse me but"i know you know me better than the world" i wrote all my crazy stuff with a dream of the light from your retina touching my crazy stuff and giving them life  i am not sure weither it  happened already but am sure that you left me forever. i  dont know what i could do to bring you back to my life i will wait till the day my heart stop beating maybe even after that  even when i know u will never come back i wait like a small kid waiting for the real santa claus when u went with the majority what came out of my heart where not the words of anger but the fear of loosing you. when all my night mares came true  i tried to grab your attention by doing every bad thing possible they where nothing but frustration from my naked heart . i can still feel every breath you took every step you stepped even the no of times you blink your eye i am sorry for everything i did i am sorry  for hurting you at times you ar always my best buddy for life.  you once told me he treats  you like a princess thats great coz i can never do that i can only treat you as "YOU"


                 pls forget me when you read this blog dont tell me that i deserve better i am just telling you my story. am not sure why i am not able to have a new begining may be thats the best part about me :D u changed ur self for the love of your life where i loved you for what you are hmm what you where 

Comments

  1. anupama1 December 2011 at 19:44

    Dear Arjun,
    Not so sure whether you are Arjun! :)But I love addressing people by names!
    A girl should not be the end of your happiness...
    This too shall pass away!
    Turn to nature...listen to the music of the waves...Observe the wonderful visual treats God has gifted you!Enjoy the music of the birds!
    Happy December,my friend!
    Smile and cause smile!
    Life is still so beautiful!Open your eyes and heart!
    Stop being the prisoner of the past!
    Sasneham,
    Anu

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  2. Glass Ceilings 3 December 2011 at 05:36

    thanks dear at times ur mind wont listen to your heart and dats the way it is

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