Bye, my dear little sis,
We are going to miss you a lot, I swear,
Your gusty laughter and the dimple you wear!
You know I am proud of you like never before,
And I am sure that you will definitely have a toll
Over others in every score!
Certainly it would be painful for us to keep you away
For a couple of years
But it will be worth bearing that
Because it would be a pleasure for us to see you in a new vibrant format!
Study and be a professional and not a waste
Off course this is just a brotherly concern
And I know that you have a typical Indian taste!
Last but not the least,
You are going to the land, which will be your career heaven
So just join the success wagon and Rock On!!!!
From,
Dada
Viraj
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Heard so many love stories;
Seen so many examples,
But never imagined,
Even I could be the part of all this...
Past few days
Were like a sweet dream,
Everything was going on,
Like a movie scene...
Is there a magic,
In word LOVE???
Or it’s just a feeling,
As everything happed the way we wished...
Can’t tell you my love
What you are for me...
Really a shortage of words,
Hope! You are getting what I mean...
That dream is now over,
Taking me very far...
Still the bond will be tight,
Nothing can separate us, am I right?
Even it’s a fun,
Remembering your loved one,
Revising all the past,
And writing letters,
Then waiting for reply,
Guessing what it could be?
Replying on reply,
Just never ending,
reducing a distance,
Between YOU and ME...
Seen so many examples,
But never imagined,
Even I could be the part of all this...
Past few days
Were like a sweet dream,
Everything was going on,
Like a movie scene...
Is there a magic,
In word LOVE???
Or it’s just a feeling,
As everything happed the way we wished...
Can’t tell you my love
What you are for me...
Really a shortage of words,
Hope! You are getting what I mean...
That dream is now over,
Taking me very far...
Still the bond will be tight,
Nothing can separate us, am I right?
Even it’s a fun,
Remembering your loved one,
Revising all the past,
And writing letters,
Then waiting for reply,
Guessing what it could be?
Replying on reply,
Just never ending,
reducing a distance,
Between YOU and ME...
When I miss you
hard question to answer really
not because, i don't do this
but it’s just a elusive thing for me...
if i say it in a one word
definitely it's nothing but "always"...
i miss you the most
when i walk solely on a street
i often wish, u would be by my side
to enjoy cosiness of your arms
when am on the way to home
i wish, i could find you
to tell what all happened
when i wake up in the frosty mornings
i wish, how wonderful it would be
having your company for a cup of tea
and many more such a moments
makes me think of you
what could be the difference made by you...
i wish, if would have written
a book of my wishes
no doubt, u would have noticed
the majority are related with you...
if i would have ticked,
the day – “when i didn’t miss you”
no wonder, you won’t find ,
even a single tick...
when i miss you,
i watch your photo on my screen
when i feel like speaking with you,
i read the chats, written by you
but it’s tough to find substitute of your touch
gentle, warm and tender,
like a sunshine in frigid weather
inconceivable, to have any second option...
not because, i don't do this
but it’s just a elusive thing for me...
if i say it in a one word
definitely it's nothing but "always"...
i miss you the most
when i walk solely on a street
i often wish, u would be by my side
to enjoy cosiness of your arms
when am on the way to home
i wish, i could find you
to tell what all happened
when i wake up in the frosty mornings
i wish, how wonderful it would be
having your company for a cup of tea
and many more such a moments
makes me think of you
what could be the difference made by you...
i wish, if would have written
a book of my wishes
no doubt, u would have noticed
the majority are related with you...
if i would have ticked,
the day – “when i didn’t miss you”
no wonder, you won’t find ,
even a single tick...
when i miss you,
i watch your photo on my screen
when i feel like speaking with you,
i read the chats, written by you
but it’s tough to find substitute of your touch
gentle, warm and tender,
like a sunshine in frigid weather
inconceivable, to have any second option...
me and my sis
when we are together we fight,
fight for stupid things...
we compare everything
just unnecessarily...
but still we stay together,
for more and more fights...
now i understand
how important are fights in my life
because am missing
the common scene after every fight
the tears we used to shed together
and saying sorry to each other...
sitting close in one corner,
so many stories we have shared...
Now i know
how important are those fights
to live my life
i can surely say
Love is another name of a fight...
fight for stupid things...
we compare everything
just unnecessarily...
but still we stay together,
for more and more fights...
now i understand
how important are fights in my life
because am missing
the common scene after every fight
the tears we used to shed together
and saying sorry to each other...
sitting close in one corner,
so many stories we have shared...
Now i know
how important are those fights
to live my life
i can surely say
Love is another name of a fight...
What is love
I really wonder
what is that?
why I am,
so much fascinated about you?
and what made you,
important part of my life???
why support of your hand
makes me firm,
reducing worries
of my mind???
What is that really,
which makes you so special?
is that actually a love,
transferring my world into heaven?
or its just an understanding,
which we share?
or its an attraction, who cares?
i just know,
you, who makes my life much splendiferous...
what is that?
why I am,
so much fascinated about you?
and what made you,
important part of my life???
why support of your hand
makes me firm,
reducing worries
of my mind???
What is that really,
which makes you so special?
is that actually a love,
transferring my world into heaven?
or its just an understanding,
which we share?
or its an attraction, who cares?
i just know,
you, who makes my life much splendiferous...
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