Not good enough

What good is your love

if I can't even sense it

What good is ur presence

if I can't even feel it

What good are your words

if I can't even hear it

What good is this dream

If  its so surreal

What good is the feeling

if its so unclear

What good is this hope

if its so fallacious

What good is this life

If you aren’t even here 

I am me

I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it -- I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know -- but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay.


- Virginia Satir

Don't give a damn

I am not a bitch, my friend

I am only trying to make amends

You got what you gave

You gave what you got

Isn't that the world's oldest plot

I gave you love, and a lot more

But your lascivious desire lied with that whole 

Life is a circle, don’t you see

It came back to you, what you did to me

I writhed in misery and pain

Witnessing your haughty disdain

Is it now that you feel remorse?

After you left me lachrymose

I slyly smile and secretly applaud

Cos life has just been fair, afterall

I ain’t seeking revenge, there’s no iniquitous plan

It’s just that my darling, I don’t give a damn

On losing...

You are living an enviable life. You are finally happy. You find people around who care about you and love you and have become such an integral part of you that life seems impossible without them. And suddenly without a warning or a sign, they go away. Just like that. You aren't even prepared for it. You didn't even expect it, it just happens and your life is never the same again.
Some name it destiny, some call it hard luck. But, you are left feeling like shit. Your soul hurts and the throbbing pain in your heart gets unbearable. This real gets-inside-you-and rips you apart kind of pain that lingers on.
As time goes by you get used to their absence, you learn to live without having them around. But you can never get over the helplessness of not being able to reach out to them. Never..


Nik - This is for you..


You can shed tears that he is gone,
or you can smile because he has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that he will come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all that he has left.
Your heart can be empty because you cant see him,
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember him only that he is gone,
or you can cherish the memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn you back.
Or you can do what he'd want
smile, open your eyes, love and go on


David Harkins...

Between love and hope

The man of my dreams, you are not

Yet solace in you, I sought

‘No one is perfect’ goes the old adage

I wonder if you are my imperfect mate

And when it is your voice I hear

I know there’s something more than what appears

Is it genuine, I can’t tell

It makes me anxious, what the hell

This secret I will guard in my heart

Even if it means we’d stay apart

You’d never know what I feel for you

Until you confess you feel it too

I am not going to be your last resort

a mere choice amongst all that you have got

if my charm isn’t enough to allure

I shall let the ship sink and swim ashore

Man of my dreams, you probably are

Of riches, and humor and the overbearing power

But, lest you don’t endeavor to pursue   

Between you and my ego, it’s the latter I will choose

movie to watch this week - CANDY

ohh..i am in love with Heath ledger..even more after his death..What a tragic loss to womankind..
this trainspotting meet romeo and juliet movie will melt your heart. Its disturbing yet so engrossing. Watch it!

Read review @IMDB review

People never notice anything...

but some of us did notice- JD Salingers contribution to our formative teenage years. Now that he lies in his grave...here is a collection of few of my favourite quotes from the book Catcher in the rye..


Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up.  I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something.  Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery.  People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap.  Who wants flowers when you're dead?  Nobody.


"Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior.  You're by no means alone on that score, you'll be excited and stimulated to know.  Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now.  Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles.  You'll learn from them - if you want to.  Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you.  It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement.  And it isn't education.  It's history.  It's poetry.


What I was really hanging around for, I was trying to feel some kind of a good-by.  I mean I've left schools and places I didn't even know I was leaving them.  I hate that.  I don't care if it's a sad good-by or a bad good-by, but when I leave a place I like to know I'm leaving it.  If you don't, you feel even worse. 

Goddam money.  It always ends up making you blue as hell.


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