BraiN's DraiN..

crossing under the bridge a road that only vaguely reminds of what it used to be years ago someone plays the radio I hear a song so long forgotten and it fills me with nostalgia I am not really allowed but I grab at it anyways as I drive through a traffic jam almost geometric the music cuts me from all angles I am reminded of sitting around pavement cutting chai and the jingle of coins we saved for it on bored midnights and blurry pencils we talked of passion and love for lead bricks that make you feel like living the city comes alive suddenly you see it all in black and white lines are emerging out of every side as I realize we might be inside a comic film and the building look like our portfolio with the incomplete coloring  the white bricks on my wall and yours with yellow green trees the shade you forget to draw inspired by what you never understood the words crash against your heart at 3am in the shabby room your parents refused to enter and you learn how to fall and get back on

Who are you You have found your way to the center of my life, to the core of my being & Yet your existence is so subtle Who are you You can soothe me so gently Disturb me so completely Show me so clearly hidden aspects of my own & yet you carry me beyond borders of my dreams Who are you My most intimate friend Most remote shining star, Twinkling and always sparkling & yet you remain so silent so constant Who are you You who leaves deep within me & still not knowing.

Its 4 th  of jan .. yeah i know after some hours its going to be my b'day.. but i wish it was the same like every year when i am all excited about tomorrow being my b'day. But no it isn't same this year cos  loads of reasons are there. I just want to finish tomorrow as soon as possible. Reason being that i hate to pretend. I hate to do things when i don't want to do them. What's the point to have that fake smile on my face, which i will have to put, cos there would be people wishing me and they would expect me to be happy cos thats the way everyone is on there b'days. I am missing my collage days, all my b'days in collage have been great. Not that i have done anything great. But the whole fun is when u enter the class and everybody starts singing for u and everyone comes n gives u that warm hug. I m missing them all. Miss them singing in every lecture on that day. Miss them singing for the cake. But tomorrow no one would sing for me. It would like any othe