He is not my boyfriend, but still he is mine.

Once I asked him what is love and he replied that  the pureness of heart which you shared with your perfect match. I said,"I love you and why you can't accept this fact?" His reply is really shocking and this trauma leads us to the end. I want a new beginning but he want to split up. I wanna shout it out that I am not holding the things but what i want is his attention. But he never understand that loudest cry which express the gratitude towards him for being in my life. I never wanna blame him. Because he was unaware about the factual idea that love is like a serious illness, from which we can't entirely recover. I am happy in your imagination, in those reminiscence. Loving you gives me strength. I am crazy and there is no remedy for my madness. I fell in love with your personality, your looks are just a bonus. Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear. A heart can be broken but it keeps beating just the same. I know it hurts you to be with with me. To be honest, I want you to love me again and I wanna fall in love with you again and again. Wondering why I like you. I miss u. I found that it's a disease. Look in my eyes, I will make you see. I never wanna quit on you.. because I know I am never gonna find someone like you. I LOVE YOU EVEN THOUGH YOU ARE NOT MINE.....

Change is required

When people forget about the humanity and the relation it become hard to live. People are selfish here they forget the fact that life live for others is worthwhile. We live in a country where God drinks more milk than the new born babies. And this patriarchal society makes the living of women really worst. Women feel insecure at her home and with her so called relatives. Most of the people are always ready to witness the change but no one is ready to be a change and to raise the voice. There is a great threat of numerous problems which makes this wonderful world very suffocating. We need change for the improvement of the society and people have to change their mentality regarding the caste system, discrimination, feminism, child labour, child marriage and so on. We have to stop blaming government for all those crisis because somewhere we were also responsible for that. True change will come when we start a fresh, when the people will be bold enough to face the looters of our economy, beginning with the past leaders and force them to give account of their past deeds.
True change will come, if we let criminals be criminals, irrespective of their tribe or race, not because they are not my brother or sister or ethnic kindred. True change will come when we all collectively demand for openness in the governance of our affairs. True change will come, when we have fresh brains, fresh legs, fresh hands, that are ready to tackle corruption in the land, irrespective of whose ox is gored. The change will come when we are ready to run our politics on a widely detribalised level, not on the basis of north versus south. It will come if every region decides to accord the other respect and give them their due. It will come when we all realize that this nation is a secular nation, where everyone must be allowed to practice his individual religion or faith irrespective of the part of the country he/she lives.
Every parents has to taught their sons as well to respect the girls. Sister is pride of your life,daughter is blessing and mother is true god we meet on this earth. So making people aware about this fact must be the better idea for the change. When people started respecting each other then simultaneously all the problems start disappearing.

Letter to stranger

My dearest stranger,

We haven't met yet but one day we will and everything will fall into place. One day, our two lost souls that have always been meant for each other will reunite and we will be one.

I image looking into your eyes, losing myself in the feeling of having you in my life. You might not believe me now but I know that magic is possible. Believe me, we will be magical. Yet you give me strength. I am secure in knowing that one day, we will be very happy together. Believe me, we will be crazy about each other! Don't wait for me - we will find each other when the time is right. Live your life to the fullest and enjoy all the adventures you find along the way. Embrace every day of your life just for being alive and remember that you are never alone.

Do you believe we are all made of the same things? Do you believe every human experience is new, or has someone done exactly what you are doing/have done at some point in time? Are you a carbon copy of your family member, or are you unique, a new face and being to the cosmos? Are you a creature of habit, or do your days consist of spontaneous activity? Who are you stranger, what do you dream of? What are your goals? What do you fear? Who do you miss?

How is it that we all share a common creation, born of a mother, raised in the same air, seeing the same stars, singing under the same sun, dancing under the same moon, but we know nothing of the person down the street? We both live on the same planet, but we are two totally different beings, why is that? To you, is individuality important, or do you follow the flow?

I am a weirdly unique and wonderful person. No being vain, but I am who I am. I believe in destiny, but it is what we make it. Make yours your own.

Your's truly,
A little stranger.

This is about you.

This is no longer about strangers. This is about someone you thought you’d never see again, who beat the odds and tore their way into your heart. Who fit so perfectly, who made you see the future in ways never seen before. This is about the time you took a chance on a stranger, and you end up crushed on the shower floor, wondering how things could have spiraled through the atmosphere to lead you to this very place. This place, where your chest is hollow, your stomach inside out, and your mind a rush of how how how. where, when. is this reality?

How do I start explaining these things? I could write you hundreds of letters but you wouldn’t understand the ache in my chest. You wouldn’t understand the way I say goodnight to you while I’m lying in the dark and you aren’t there next to me. Or the way that I wake up surrounded by pillows, dreaming they are you. The dread I feel when I’ve woken but can’t open my eyes, and the feeling fades into dark behind my eyelids. It would be so easy to be selfish, but I’d never forgive myself. I want so much for you, for us.I drink coffee to fill my stomach and paint my nails to fill my ego. I do my hair and wonder if you’d like it. I am given a compliment and wish it was from you.You can’t understand how you can be constantly present while so far away.