Escapist-----I'm just a dreamer.

Beyond the limits of world, There is resting place, Long and sound sleep, You are remembered everyday, When Sun sets on, Light twinkles, New flower sprouts, A fresh day says adieu, You run every time on mind, When new born baby tries to talk, Knocking of door, Shadow over  happiness, Every new story, Being time limited, That time we spend together, Moment when u said good bye, I was far , Couldn't even hear your last words, That last face expression, Palavers me , You left your body, Last talk to me, Rings down in me, At every good and bad time, Though i moved out of that trauma, I still have impressions, I join every party, Your part always remains missing, You left the place, So far... Rest in another home..... May your soul always find peace.. P.S:- To my grand parents and my dear uncle...

Had there been a living, That's what my perception says, A complete blind earth, Out of the reflections, Fawning moments, Evanescing seconds of life, Insalubrious relations, Dry lump of sand, Spine-chilling dreams, Foundered put up, Bemused mind of state, Goose bumps up, Unverbalized expressions, Fullof incertitudes...................

Some time i become numb... Believe my eyes can convert that, All the depth, Through and through, And the telepathy, Would make it easier.......

Waited long , For the day to come, Enriched  the strength, All through made those dreamz, Beauty and peach, Was all standing, Fingers crossed, Just on the peak of mountain, The rushing air , Reviewed my mind again, Those moments to come, And the moment went, As if it was just a blow, Even couldn't feel the soft flush, Left in tears.....Again. Just promised me to be back.....

That's my birthday..... This time i guess i am out of words for this day..... No special program going to site as usally...i guess evry one is buzy..no complaints....

Again the time is back, Eyes full of tears, Long and alone roads,following the soul.... Unidentified worried on wings, Heart full of depressions, Lips shattered all through, No more hopes developing, Sad part of life advancing, Thinking power falling down, Don't believe the time is back, An unending question, Clock ticking on halt, Misery in the lap, Tight bounded quarrels, Every thing in mess.......... Trash on every moment, Colors of life locked , I am frozen, Dead open eye , The time is back again.....with no answers in it...

Was it he, who made me to wake up whole night, Was it he, who made to play in rain, Was it he, who made me sing all time, Was it he, who made me to think of all persistent days, Was it he, who made me to come out of those gray days, Was it he, who taught me to draw colorful lines, Was it he, who made me strong to carry over vexations, Was it he, who made me to show the other beautiful part of life, Was it he, who made me conceptualize the word SYMPATHY still have wings, Was it he, who made me to counterbalance on certain unsung things, Was it he, who made me to smell the scent of flowers, Was it he, who made me to see the flight of birds happily, Was it he, who made me to walk with closed eyes,  Was it he, who made me to cherish every relation, Was it he, who made me to took away tears far, Was it he, who made me evidenced the true meaning of color red, Was it he, who made me to love others and apprehend love...........

Coffee Feodora Top: Coffee crinkle chiffon shirt has embellished belt on empire waist. Cowl neckline. Fully lined. Concealed back zip closure. Bottom/Trousers: Coffee banarsi jamawar cropped trousers with no embellishments. Concealed zip closure on front. Dupatta/Veil: Coffee crinkle chiffon dupatta has sequins spray all over. Finished with piping on edges. Just booked it for some party.....

The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long. I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light, and pursued my voyage through the wilderness of worlds leaving my track on many a star and planet. It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself, and that training is the most intricate which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune. The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own, and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end. My eyes strayed far and wide before I shut them and said, "Here art thou!" The question and the cry, "Oh, where?" melt into tears of a thousand streams and deluge the world with the flood of the assurance, "I am!" P.S:-Gitanjali,Rabinadranath Tagore.

Escapist-----I'm just a dreamer.: Million dollar picture....

If i  would ask you people to look on this picture and extract some words for it........This is awefull picture with endless significances......                                                  Pain with a smile,                                                  Looks unearthly,                                       ...

That's all fresh, Those burden moments, Crawling on those rough roads, Sky up high,with flying dreams, Bunking collage, Whistle in the premises, Ragging big gang, Up on the peaks, Is all fresh like a morning dew, Every day with new plans building in mind, Neat and tidy uniform, Pure fragrance, That high basket ball game, Winking girls around, That's running still on my mind, Can't go far, Friends party outside the gate, Canteen rocks, With rich music , New bands every now and then, Copies torn and apart, Every new admission, Smart teacher , Register for attendance, Black board with no chalks, Stickers planted, Just a breath , All things whorl , Big gang of chums, New affairs, Infatuations for every new girl, Stylish guitar playing , New lyrics every day, Orchid stealing, Gifts to girl friends, With borrow money from friends, Make pranks, Oh ! that's all drawing my mind, Thinking high , No classes ever attended, Fail in internals,...