7 parallel universes
7 days a week
7 holes on face
7 colors in rainbow
7 heavens
7 seas
7 islamic religious rounds in Umrah
7 rounds in marriage

7 letters in my name.

its an ongoing post..will be adding more points



you know what sucks…wait!

i want to move on..

trying my best…dont know why the delay .
its giving me headache, stress, anxiety .

what kind of trail  im in…
my vision is clear , im so stucked and it sucks!


p.s. hammock songs are the only ones that give me peace n calm. makes me feel like back home where i grew up..where life had good vibes. …sighss


memory remains

its funny how one thing connects with another that u never imagined of.

I was watching Jersey Girl last night, there was one song  and the vocals sounded familiar which lead me to a song i used to listen years back, astoundingly.

It was today is the day by Aimee Mann.

Isn’t it strange how time is connected with past and future!
Its like time is circulating around us for a purpose.
Its like.. to see our past, we’ve to go thru our future.

think about it.

memory remains

a sequel…maybe

17th Dec – Sat

Along with her sis, talked to both but got confused what to talk further. There were only 3 of us, it was kinda dark empty space/room.
What blew me up was she listening to NIN! I told her that their songs are about harsh, hate, curse and revenge.

Not clearly remember but I think I touched her face, hair…or maybe I was close to her or getting Closer. I can still visualise that memory, half of her face lighting up with my hand.

Wait a sec, is it a sequel of my previous dream…

a sequel…maybe


in a rush, im losing my part of creativity which keeps me pumped, the energy. 

whats the difference between being odd and even?

things going to end. but there has to be suffering. its like slow motion progress that is so tiring. what went missing, will be missed. what is going to miss, will not coming back.

facing the mirror tells me each and every minute is yours.

the satisfaction, powerlessness, the greatness.

truthfully, the eyes of the poetry diaries.