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

Say you're sorry, that face of an angel Comes out just when you need it to As I paced back and forth all this time Cause I honestly believed in you Holding on, the days drag on Stupid girl, I should have known I should have known I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet Lead her up the stairwell This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town I was a dreamer before you went and let me down Now it's too late for you and your white horse, to come around Baby I was naive, got lost in your eyes And never really had a chance I had so many dreams about you and me Happy endings, now I know I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet Lead her up the stairwell This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town I was a dreamer before you went and let me down Now it's too late for you and your white horse, to come around And there you are...

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house That don't bother me I can take a few tears now and then and just let ?em out I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while even though Goin' on with you gone still upsets me There are days every now and again I pretend I'm okay But that's not what gets me What hurts the most Was being so close And havin' so much to say And watchin' you walk away And never knowin' What could've been And not seein' that lovin' you Is what I was tryin' to do It's hard to deal with the pain of losin' you everywhere I go But I'm doin' it It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone Still harder gettin' up, gettin' dressed, livin' with this regret But I know if I could do it over I would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart That I left unspoken What hurts the most Is being so close And havin' so muc...

Thats holds good for me, Stretching a graph of depression, Verses the line of happiness, Up...Down , Up...Down ,Up...Down , Blue merging down, Grey making its new shine, Those tiny hair cracks getting involved, Rust recrudesce its area, Slipping off was accompanied, Voids were see through now, Catchment area increasing with null identity, Corners were filleting,  Migrants could be seen capturing the new town, No more originality, Hollow depths  , Up...Down , Up...Down ,Up...Down ,

 My eyes are closed, Could see the pampering world, And calm was the other side, Quiet voice ranging into the,  Solacing ,serene ambiance, Heart rendering gave it other link, Birds were migrating, Plants were getting more greener, Was i confused, To get two different looks, Or the things were same, Polluted and other was clear, I could go beyond my perception, And come up with the new thinking, Was that dark time, Or i am going on that path, Was it noon time, Else i thought serene, Could recollect the chapter, It was the fighting people, Who gave me impact , To walk through such light, And get involved in duplicay, HELP is the last option left for me.

Had the Castle of my dream, On the shores , With a piece of island, The silver lining, Looked man made,so near.. Howling knife and spoon, All gold and diamond, Fresh oranges,mangoes,grapes, With big orchards, Maidens for combing hair, Pottery Mark Query, Velvet crimson and purple robes, And the colobium sindonis gown, Rolls-Royce car i owned, Dutch Royal horse was white, That smile was tough, Not inborn, Stiled and contrived, Had the glower, Incomplete and disquieting,

Behind those curtains, Around that gushy days, With colorblind, Camouflage time, Rooting forests, Halted bonds,  Those old and rusted wires, Play the same solo music, Makes me feel you are still here.......   

The sprawling Asia's biggest tulip garden in Jammu and Kashmir’s summer capital Srinagar holds thousands of flowers impart a mesmerising ambience to this 90-acre tourist attraction in the Valley. Nearly 1.3 million tulip bulbs comprising 70 varieties of various colours have been grown in the garden,the vast tulip garden overlooking the Dal Lake in the city. Located close to the famous Mughal gardens of Chashma Shahi, Nishat and Shalimar, the Kashmir tulip garden is seen as a milestone in making holidays memorable for thousands of domestic and foreign tourists who come to the Valley each year. For better looks,clearity of pictures follow other blog of mine    http://escapist-delineations.blogspot.com/2010/04/tulip-garden-srinagar-indira-gandhi.html P.S:- Pictures taken by Nokia 5800 on Friday,03 April 2010.