Forever yours..:)

We sing together out of key,
Although we try it seems we just can't find our harmony,
We just don't fit each others frequencies,
That makes you out of reach,
And I am finally accepting that,

About you and me, it's plain to see,
We only ever want to stay inside and watch TV,
Because that's just as good a memory,
You're just good company,
And I am finally accepting that,

Remember the time when we stole the whole day?
And nobody knows it, we took it away,
And it will be forever mine,
And it will be forever yours
Now we own the night, and it can't be undone,
We'll never forget how it feels to be young,
Cause it will be forever mine,
And it will be forever yours

Come on darlin' have some indecency,
You know there's nothing you could say that would embarrass me,
I heard a song tell me that talk is cheap,
But it's all you do with me,
And I am finally accepting that,
It's just our routine,
We try and dream,
And buy the things we said we'd buy when we got more money,
All in the name of making memories,
That's what you want with me,
And I am finally accepting that,

Remember the time when we stole the whole day?
And nobody knows it, we took it away,
And it will be forever mine,
And it will be forever yours
Now we own the night, and it can't be undone,
We'll never forget how it feels to be young,
Cause it will be forever mine,
And it will be forever yours

Remember the time when we stole the whole day?
And nobody knows it, we took it away,
And it will be forever mine,
And it will be forever yours
Now we own the night, and it can't be undone,
We'll never forget how it feels to be young,
Cause it will be forever mine,
And it will be forever yours

This will be forever mine
This will be forever yours
Now we own the night, and it can't be undone..

Dedicated to all my friends...I'll be forever yours..:)

P.S. It has a stupid but interesting video, but don't go by that...you get the message, right?

I am not another you.

For all my love,

For all my time with you,

You help me be another you.

It was your love, I thought,

It was love you were giving,

You saw in me, your own reflection,

You thought, I was another you.

I am a moth, that’s all I am.

You, a butterfly.

But, when you saw me,

you felt otherwise,

you thought I was a butterfly in disguise,

You helped me be a butterfly,

I acted, I pretended for long to be one,

Saw my reflection in the river one day,

And saw the truth for what it was,

a moth I was, and that’s all I’ll ever be, I knew.

Torn in a conflict, to be me,

Or be what you thought of me,

I cried for nights,

And then realized that,

I could be you, just for a while.

For all I try,

that truth stands

that I ain't another you.

That Girl in The Corridor..

We meet every day in the corridors. We greet each other like best friends but, I don't even know her last name. We see each other every day in the common kitchen, and I know she has tea everyday in the morning. She is an early riser as I am. She is a nice person to talk to, I believe. That's something I know from our conversations about her exams and teachers. I know, she lives three rooms away from mine.
But, in the last 6 months, since we have known each other, I have never entered her room even once. She hasn't come to my room either except once when she came to wish me on my birthday. We are barely friends, going by the definition of “friends”.
She saw me sob, while I talked on the phone last night. I looked at her, and turned away to hide my tears. It was an awkward moment. She didn't have the authority to ask me the reason, and I didn't want to share something so personal. She left, not knowing what to do.
She came to my room this morning. We greeted each other merrily as we always do. She tried to study me eyes, to check if I was okay now. I still wanted to know why she had come, this didn't happen otherwise. Sensing my curiosity, she asked me if she could fetch me some water from the ground floor, she was going there anyway. It was the lamest excuse ever. I guessed why she was in my room and told her that I was fine and appreciated her concern. We talked about random things for a while and she left.
It moved me to know that people still cared about each other.
I still don't know what to make of it, just felt it was an incident worth sharing!

Random Thoughts!

Most people don’t know me well enough to see through my words and my silence.

Not complaining, I am glad they don’t. I would hate it if they saw through me when I am disappointed because of something somebody said. It would be like a nightmare come true, if somebody could ever read me like an open book. There are things, like my doubts, my most honest of opinions, which I keep to myself(under normal circumstances i.e. unless I am aroused! :P)

It is a dream for most people to have that one someone in their life who can do that. As of  me, I am still not trusting enough, still not brave enough to let somebody into my life and be so close. So, I am not surprised that I haven’t found him yet.

(This post is turning out to be more melancholy than I wanted it to. Read on, anyway.)

So, because there is no way anybody will ever know this any other way, I am going to make a confession here.

For some reason, the most defining moments of life have been hearing of a friend's success, watching him/her smile about something that happened to him/her, irrespective of the fact that the incident was related to me or not. Just read a friend's blog where he had described his success. He has no idea, but he just made my day..!! He does it consciously, usually, but today he has no idea.

The most magical of moments I have experienced in my life have not been related to my success. They have had more to do with people’s smiles than anything else. When everyone else is happy, I am happy. A friend is happy, I am happy.

But people don’t realize it that when I am silently smiling with everyone else, I am enjoying the moment more than anybody in the room. Silence is usually an expression that highly under-rated. A smile is an underdog when it is compared to a laugh. I am led to believe that, when I find that someone who knows me, my smile will win, as others laugh.

I have weird ways of expressing myself, and what I have just written isn’t a rule either. It varies. As of today, I am smiling at a friend’s success and am going to sleep with a smile on my lips. What better way to end a day than that? It may mean nothing to anyone, but expressing myself by writing makes my calm and happy.

I would put my pen down here for tonight with a wish in the void, that may everybody around me be happy, making me even happier.

Good night friends!