good- bye

Hope ou will move on ...............
to Greener pastures..............................

KaIsE kAhOoN..........

Kuch kehna hia mujh ko.......

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he says:- his words mens nothing....YET..... he knows how to play with them......
he syas:- words are nothing but empty vessels ........YET .........he is the jack of all the masters........



he syas:- action speaks louder than words..........

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she ( screaming silently):- U never tried to hear her silence before like today .......AND u believe in silence....

how can u read her silence , when u can't read her words.........
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u ask her ... if, she could read

IN BETWEEN THE LINES.......

*sigh*





ye kaisi muahbbet hai tumahri ......
ye kaisi muahbbet hai tumahri.......






( break the ice .... ) remember......words are the supporting elements for silence..... say it... they are to be valued too ........before its too late........ .

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Learning to draw and paint.Most amusing.Probably the only subject on offer that she didn't need because she could already do it.Well, used to be able to do it... Her early dreams of being a painter seemed like an embarassing first crush, a piece of folly best forogtten .....

Devoting herself to the glory of colour and shape in solitude , the world outside no more than fibres for her to spin into images...Alone, the patterns of her thoughts would be clear and vibrant, shockign the virgin paper with their boldness, her brush caressing and seductive ....She snorted at herself:- Saint Bella of the Divine brushstrokes........

zaroorat ijaad ki maa hia ......

how-to-get-hot-water....


Necessity-is-the-mother-of-invention....lolz...

One of my friend emailed me this pic..
its freaky !!!!!