I was late,but not that late to be the lost...

I wish i could be the last one to come to you..
May be  when your back at your home,
You won`t understand,what you `ve been through..
Coz  i never told you,how i felt,until i was late

You had a kite,it juz flew off,free with the wind
But i wished for your arms more than the clouds 
The world was upsidedown  around here..
It took time to fix the broken,and  my voice was lost

You came around me,but i didn`t say anything
And I missed the words your eyes said,
I had been in the crowd,but i had noone there for me
You walked away,i was to hold my faith true,but i couldn`t

Here we are in the fields,and the road`s by the side..
Give me a moment,stop this rain on me..
Home is far than it seem,can you walk along? 
And i wish i could be the last one that you save

For you my pretty face ..

I had stories that startd somewhere,of nowhere ..

Some ended someway between,some just goes like they never end ..

I have seen faces that came without a `hello` ..

but they used to leave with a `goodbye` missing ..

Life had been just around a clock,away from life ..

I had my wall of my heart thick .. my eyes didnt see much around ..

I closed my eyes,saw people i had never met ... people i may never meet ..

Then,I saw u .. you had broken in ..

You had your name written,on the walls of my heart

I see the most beautiful of my eyes,when you are around ...

I always had you with all my reasons,if they wer for love ..

You are the most beautiful reason i ever have in my life ..

You have the reasons for my lyf ..

My life was nothing,it wasnt something sometym ...

My heart was little,but heavy ...

You gave me the best part of your care,your life ..

But now i believe that you were just a sweet dream that happend to me ??

I see you everynight i dont sleep bad ..

You come to my eyes everytime i close them tight ..

You are different from the faces i have seen ..

When,i have nothing left to say,nowhere place to go ..

When you stay with me,i feel like ...

Sometimes,i m odd like you.. I m crazy like you are ..

Makes me feel you are made for me ..

And girl,you are my pretty face,forever ..

(This is really the craziest ideas i had recently,i have seen many people who had tried stuff like this,i too had some alternate thinkin` of wastin time!There is no dedication,for no one.No pretty face exists,till now,Nobody suffers!! So `you`,juz dnt think too much after it..!)

Kuch khatti nahi he tho,ye zindagi kya re??

Its only two days left for me at home,before i have to go some places for the part of life i must call just like in `pursuit of happyness` `running for a job`... Its almost half an year over,after my graduation,but to say,'running for the job` part is quiet new for me.I has been the quietest part of my life till now,but now i feel that,it ought to be lil noisy.And i think its high time that i have to get myself out of the commitment with the loneliness i have been enjoying at home.Before this hibernation,home wasn`t this nice for me.Never,i got a feeling all these time,that i have been wasting myself,like someone may say.Still i m sure,i `ll have a regreting period,later on this.I am really happy about,many things that i have found,understood after i had time thinking on them.

Always i `ve been optimistic,sometimes too much of that kind.So this is what i have,(the escapism or whatever others  may say)of what the struggling to find my `gotta-be life supporting system` or the so-called `job`.For me,now i `ve to go knock some doors,check out of some,make decisions..Life should not be always easy. After a time everything `ll to be just some memories,just some kind of `khatti` flavoured part.But thats what i am interested on now,i too need some stories,of my own.It should also have all the life learning process,struggling and the `being tough` part.Do  anyone of  us,`ll remember to remember,about a life if it was too plain,with the same routines and processes,with only changin` the age tag?I bet its hard for some atleast,and for me,it must be totally impossible.There ought  to  have some bumps and humps,that even it gets wrapped by the busy world we create,at times,they help us turning back fast to the place where we come from.A passed out hard time is sweet side memory,not another nightmare.

So now i am goin` for it,`ll see whether i `ve plenty of those what i go for,or an `attitude- change`!!!