heya ppl! wassup? hope u all r doing gr8! and i really really do hope that u ppl might have missed me, a little perhaps? (looks hopefully at ur faces) wat? No!!! u ppl didnt miss me? not even an iota? how terrible of u all! ( ahem, i think shudnt be making such comments for i guess shall lose watever lill readers i have heh heh heh) nway, it seems absence doesnt really make the heart grow fonder. I always seem to have this prob.I mean wen Ashi n I broke up i thought that perhaps he wud miss me enuf to come back to me. But alas! Glass dreams never come true, they just shatter in the lite of painful reality.
But my frnds have been advising me to move on and this blog is my emotional journey. The entire past, present n future is laid bare b4 ur eyes. A frnd of mine used to advise me against laying my heart bare in front of strangers. But I think the fact that ppl reading r strangers help me outpouring my feelings n emotions. I dont need to pretend that i have 4gotten him and that he lies safely in the darkest most remotest part of my heart. Coz It isnt true. He is here, always near me. He rules me, my heart! He is my world. The sun , moon, stars of my universe.
I donno if i have previously mentioned this song, but even if i had, its worth listening to it again right? Well i will be leaving u guys with a very sad but beautiful song called “ Vincent ” by Don McLean. it always brings tears into my eyes. Cant help myself frm shedding few tears. It’s such a profound song. Hope u all will enjoy it as much as i did. So all those ppl who feel that u r a fish out of water, or that ppl never understand u, hey! dont get depressed, each one of us is a genius in our own way. cherr up! I for myself draw consolation frm these lines
“For they could not love you but still your love was true …”
Starry
starry night
paint your palette blue and greylook out on a summer’s day
with eyes that know the
darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodilscatch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to mehow you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they did not know howperhaps they’ll listen now.
Starry
starry night
flaming flo’rs that brightly blazeswirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent’s eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grainweathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist’s
loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to mehow you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
perhaps they’ll listen now.For they could not love you
but still your love was trueand when no hope was left in sight on that starry
starry night.
You took your life
as lovers often do;
But I could have told you
Vincent
this world was never
meant for one
as beautiful as you.Starry
starry night
portraits hung in empty hallsframeless heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can’t forget.
Like the stranger that you’ve metthe ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to mehow you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they’re not
list’ning still
perhaps they never will.
