good monings..

hey all bloggers..
what would be the word to define someone who keeps on leaving !!
i know it is not the best feeling to be on the staying end and watching every one leave, but trust me it is also not easy to be on the leaving end..
we meet people, different kinds off, wearing various faces, charming, annoying, confusing, blank !!

what about falling fore someone again, and holding yourself back again... i almost did ..
you never know what is coming your way, one of the cutest people, could face the most undesirable changes in their lives, and one of the simplest could get one of the most intertwined threads to solve..

aahan, preconceived or lets just say it is too early form an opinion about anyone anything.. better do not have any opinion for any thing, opinion is really a pain..

expecting, relating, feeling, sensing, again expecting and again feeling... the hurt-cycle never stops !!
it feels alone, very, when their is no one to wake up for or to stay awaken with..
after-mid-night roads, street dogs, fragrance of the stars and the twinkle of the wind in the night
that how my monings are,, good Monings :)
hopeless, jey

Ye Meraa Diivaanaapan Hai..

Ye Meraa Diivaanaapan Hai, Yaa Muhabbat Kaa Suruur

Tuu Na Pahachaane To Hai Ye, Terii Nazaro.N Kaa Qusuur

Ye Meraa Diivaanaapan Hai ...

Dil Ko Terii Hii Tamannaa, Dil Ko Hai Tujhase Hii Pyaar

Chaahe Tuu Aae Na Aae, Ham Kare.Nge I.Ntazaar

Ye Meraa Diivaanaapan Hai ...

Aise Viiraane Me.N Ik Din, Ghut Ke Mar Jaae.Nge Ham

Jitanaa Jii Chaahe Pukaaro, Phir Nahii.N Aae.Nge Ham

Ye Meraa Diivaanaapan Hai ...

Dil Se Tujhako Bedilii Hai, Mujhako Hai Dil Kaa Guruur

Tuu Ye Maane Ke Na Maane, Log Maane.Nge Zuruur...

I am..

For i am the first and the last

I am the venerated and the despised

I am the prostitute and the saint

I am the husband and the virgin

I am a father and the son

I am the arms of my father

I am barren and my children are many

I am the married and the bachelor

I am the one who gives birth and the one who never procreated

I am the consolation for the pain of birth

I am the husband and wife and it was i who created me

I am the father of my father, Brother of my wife

and he is my rejected son

always respect me

for i am shameful and magnificent..

--

Hymn to Isis, third or fourth century BC,

discovered in Nag Hammad

Regards, eleven minutes by Paulo Coelho

hopeless,jey