writeforself

I’m standing at your doorstep About to knock the door But something holds me back And I turned, to return It’s just a feeling I got It’s just a crush I thought The way you smiled at me The way you were The times we talked The moment when we together walked I got a feeling each second there And the feeling made me feel better Standing at your doorstep I remember the moment How the time seemed to vanish Just at a blink Standing at your doorstep I go back to the moment that I left The unfinished job The unsaid words And just an imagination How life would be like If together we had been What if you opened the door And I walked in Standing at your doorstep I want to make a confession A confession of secret affection A confession of hidden feelings A confession of certain magnetism A confession of everything But before you open the door I‘ll be going away Standing at your doorstep I feel my eyes wet For not missing you But for not loving you The way

Your face still captivates my heart Your voice still enchants me I’m still thrilled at your sight You still are an enigma for me I find reasons to see you I look for excuses to ignore too Still I can’t look into your eyes Still I feel I’m captured in those times I remember those teary nights The moment when my heart n mind fight It reminded of those every word Which I wrote Still I get the spark in my eyes Still my soul rise Still my heart beats up high When I see you walking by I know the truth I face the reality I know there’s nothing in between Still it is inescapable for me

“Where you going?” Mom stopped Neeta as she was about to leave for somewhere. “I have my tutions Mom”, Neeta replied and she simply went. “What’s going on with this girl? Neither she needs to talk nor listens anything. I am just fed up of her. Tonight I got to talk to her anyway”, Mom determines to have a talk with her. On her way Neeta’s mind are kept occupied by the things Mom talked to her the day before. They had a serious talk about Neeta’s marriage and she was opposing it. The day before “What did you think about the proposal that I had for you?” mom asked Neeta. “Which one mom?” Neeta tries to act innocent. “Did you see the photo? Do you have anything to ask about it?” mom kept on questioning her. “Maa I am not thinking about it at all and I don’t want to talk about it too. I have told you earlier I don’t want to get married now”, Neeta’s rejection was strong. “Who have asked you to get married now? I just want you to meet the boy. You two c

preparing dinner "put your mobile aside and concentrate on your work.it's time for you to get married and you don't even know how to take care of kitchen and to cook" mom shouts "i'm gonna take a maid in dowry or make my husband do the chores hehe" I answer "yea for sure, he'll be there to do your stuffs ne hai. your mother-in-law will kick you out of the house" mom gets more angry. then i put my mobile aside and do my job. This is what happens most of the time when I am in kitchen to prepare meals. having dinner beep-beep-beep my message tone "can't you switch off your mobile just for a while till you have dinner" again mom says. "Jus a minute maa, i'll reply it and then i will". with one hand i text message and with another a spoon of rice into my mouth. cleaning up the kitchen hey soul sister - phone rings "a call again" mom says "nah just a miss call", i smile and answer.

27th March yes its today's date-my first blog ;) everyone insisted me in creating a blog but I always had an excuse or other but today ah I just though to fulfill the requests of my friends. This is just a blog or lets say a space for me to write about myself, what I see around and what I feel. So basically its writing for self. Nothing much to write. In case anyone of you reading my blog, I don't want you to get bored at my first blog (hehe)