Lost And Found

I did not know why i named it lost and found. Guess that's what you name your articles when you have many things on your mind. But anyways here we go...


They say that, to gain something, you have to loose something. One has to make a lot of sacrifices in order to achieve what they want.

I never really understood what it meant until a few weeks ago, when i found love and lost my heart.(LOL)
Something that i never thought would happen to me. Love to me was like cryptonite to Superman.

I never thought that i could love, i never thought that i could be loved, again.

But there comes a time in every man's life when the only thing that matters to him is,
HER SMILE.

I was a guy who had lost hope on love. I had given up hope that I'd ever be able to love.
Coz whenever i loved a girl, or whenever a girl loved me, she cried a lot and there is nothing more painful than watching your love go away.

And you hit rock bottom when you realize that unknowingly or unwittingly you broke a heart that loved you more than love itself.

And all that follows is the realization, the guilt and the curse that you have to live with every single day of your life.
And you start wondering, if only you could delete all the bad memories but one.

Which one would you like to keep? Would you like to keep the memory of watching the girl that meant the world to you go away from you or would you rather wake up every morning to the fact that there is a heart somewhere in this world which is sad, because of you.
I GUESS NONE

And just like that, on one fine day comes a girl who just sweeps you away form all your misery and all your sorrow and you realize that you are capable of falling in love, again.
She makes you feel wanted, special and important. ( Sounds kinda queer, doesn't it).

But believe you me, finding love and finding someone who loves you after living with a curse, is some feeling.

And if i say " Its an out of the world feeling" I ain't kidding.

Now everyday i wake up to the fact that i have

FOUND LOVE AND LOST THE CURSE.

Or at least that's what I'd like to believe. But the fact of the matter is that

I'm in love.

Ciao!

Knock On a Door

I was walking on a road, night was black and cold. The gloom filled my head but I knew I could not stop. I saw a house at a distance, and I dared to knock on the door.
She opened the door and let me in. she gave me food, she gave me a quilt and a place to stay. She was The Angel mum had told me about.

She was my friend, my pal, my buddy. We laughed and cried, danced and frolicked together. One day she told me, I was her friend, her pal, her buddy. Then she said I am the Love she never had. I was confused, and shocked I was vexed and bewildered.

Nobody had loved me like that before and nobody will love me like her again.

I was sad when I walked away from her, it makes me sadder to wake up everyday and realize that I broke a heart full of love. Riding on my bike, I face my fate everyday. I feel the pain and the curse of a heart that I broke. I met some girls, I liked few of’em. But I could not have them as she could not have me. I sit on a cliff and look at the sunset. I lay bare on rocky ground gazing at the starry sky wondering,
What wrong have I done? What wrong have I done?

But I know what I did, I know it very well. I didn’t wanted it to be that way but it ended up that way.

Now I walk the road again, the cold and gloom filling my head again.
But I can’t stop, I have to keep walking in search of a soul, in search of a heart.
In search of a house so I can knock on a door, so I can knock on a door….