And now after those indifferent 4 weeks, the life has zoomed upto the reality.

Its being 4 weeks, i felt the news, that cruel news about my brother's death.... The one to whom i remember at each and every second, though i just undetermine....

The one who use to say ''i won't be able to come next time'' will be seen in pictures.

Brother, i can't forgive you at all. You left us stunned, and extremely touched.
There is everything from me to you...

Say, we roamed through the life, we have got everything.

Come and see what for you have we.

Those crackers are soundless with you....

Thats not all i can say.
Alive like your ever smiling face....

Miss you alot xxx

Who the one?

There are no. of people around with everything different.
Simply everything varies.

But there is no variation in the case they are humans if they live with harmony and one thing that satisfies themselves.

Seems like on this deeper side of ocean,lies a cold secret, from nowhere orginated.

If thought about the signs of personatity, maybe the humans are same.

Who the one needs to think about these?
The things lying on another side of that very ocean, equally important.

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The questions in this world are endless, the answers too.

The humans in this world are endless, the devils too.

The thoughts in this world are endless, the wrong doings too.

Of course, it again forms the lists .
The same endless boring lists.
But they also mean alot.

Yes, they are formed from us. From our nature, our state of living.

When seen the words disturbed and observed, when seen the bells ringing aloud and clear,
seen a CHANGE IN THE VISION OF THE ASPECT.
Isn't it?

Of course,its mine

Of course, its mine.
In the all, falling from imaginary heights, slipping from steepy visions, living from the help from besides.
Hope if you can see this speechless rainbow of words gliminishing the entire world of some expectations.
Well, i dont consider intelligence of one being extremely known to books , thats all.


This time there are number of topics pinching my mind and soul. But anyhow, thats nothing special.

My expression will say it all...
My face will say it all....
And so as i...

Really lost...

I can't believe, i just can't believe it had happened. Its been a week , i had lost my cousin brother, the patient of macmillian cancer in England. What piece of human was he! Never he lied, his heart was so kind. Everytime he use to gift me each time he would come to India. Its been only 3 months that we were together. Together at every move. We watched movies at night, rome through the city and the scene at Ambala chat house cannot be forgotton anyhow. I was unknown to what was running in his mind, but he didn't objected it. When i asked him'' won't you be coming october?'' He said'' I may be having an important work to do.'' ah, thats what a thing really lost and what cannot be fulfilled anyhow....

I had a dream in which i saw that my blog was my house. Some visitors visited my house and whatever they saw was very amusing. The drawing room was completely empty with no sort of sofas and all. But the house had full sort of valuables. Later when they saw the kitchen , they went for a shock- The kitchen was designed with pretty advanced technology, floored with special italian marble, panoramic cameras store for the whole house, charming crytal clean utensils and undoubtedly, the best electrical appliances. With all that i saw was really confusing, But later i came to understand its meaning, hope can you....

Do it needs to be serious to say something serious?
Do it needs to happy to say something happily?

These questions are sort lagging beside but in intension.

Now,
A book says that all adolensces have similar type of behaviour as claimed by their study, and its sometimes right also.

Can't it be different in some 'exceptions'?

I dont know what i am going to conclude with this post, and i dont know how it will be.

But i am still writing.

I cannot enchance my blog with pictures, links and other multimedia attachments.

But i am writing.

I cannot surely illustrate what i am trying to illustrate.

But i write.

I want to bring life to the words.

Thats why i write.

The night use to surrender each time but rises again, never dies of hunger.

The stream is ever-flowing and ever lasting with freshness and purity.

So, here i feel i am on the wrong side of the tracks, with risks and new expectations...