Sunday, 20 November 2016

Bad Days


"Life Is A Tale Told By An Idiot, Full Of Sounds And Fury and Gives Nothing."

So as we all know sometimes we are going through our good days and sometimes through the bad one. Good and Bad both are the better half of each other. Sometimes I think of that no one is as frustrated as me, but I do realise each time that everyone has their own problems in life.
Semester examinations are going through, the 7th semester is enough tough from what I had thought of it.she id ignoring or like I don't know what's going on but all I know is something bad is going with me. I m not normal at all.
I sometimes think of writing the diary again but lazy enough to do same.Have u ever think of  studying a subject which already is going to make u feel like WTF "refrigeration and air conditioning".
Had asked her today "expecting something from a close friend  is good or bad?"
she knows that I m asking because she noticed me well and that I know that she already knows that indirectly I am asking this to her,but she is clever enough n said ask ur friend for having expectations or not.
"Am I now supposed to say , that close friend is you." but I can't say anything to her. I am getting upset nowadays. Today she got busy with her school stuff and I was waiting for her whole day.
sometimes, when I feel lonely (mostly in the night when no one is with me or I don't want anyone to be with me, I guess) I feel like blogging is a must at least one should write a blog as a hobby. People don't have time for each other but u know there are lot more people , unknown people in this world who will listen to u patiently without knowing you.
Had a lot more to study today but I don't know what makes me write this blog which has no meaning no day to day story , just ME.

Tuesday, 25 October 2016

And Then She Said

      THE NEVER ENDING LOVE STORY

"you are now talking to
someone who is heartless".

And the call stops here
A drop of tear from his
cloudy eyes fall like a
rain and conversation ended up in nothing.

He has many things, many
stuffs, many confessions to
make which he sees then
next to never now.

A deep pain inside his heart
is flowing like a big stream
of a wast river, which flows
smooth normally but sometimes
it overflows and gets into
 its same state of mind and
he starts missing her again.