दोन प्रकारची माणसं शांत झोपतात. एक ज्यांना स्वप्नच पडत नाहीत अन एक ज्यांची स्वप्नं पूर्ण होतात. माझ्यासारखे काही अर्धवट झोपेत, उठ्ल्या क्षणाला रागात जागे होत, स्वप्नांची भुतं मानगुटीवर नेतात. कधी वाटतं स्वप्नांना आयुष्य आहे. कधी वाटतं आयुष्य हेच स्वप्न आहे! जाग यावी,निसटून जावं.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

The prophet...

its been an year...

and still, i have lot of questions...

yet he has answers for each of 'em...

i know i love him..

its been "A good year"


1 comment:

  1. Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.For her, he changed pebbles into diamonds, diamonds into stars, he changed glass into water, he gave her wings and in her pockets she found the soft feathers. He asked a pear to become a pineapple, a pineapple, turned barren lands into fields of yellow flowers, and asked the moon to become a coin he flipped for her love - both sides were heads: He knew he couldn't lose. He knew he had everything - the moon, the roof and most importantly the girl whom he loved...

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