Teenage Dreams

The stories of success are effective when it comes from someone successful. This is one of the solid statements that won’t be contradicted on any grounds. What if I change the things the other way around? What if the truth is that, all those who have been successful have written their story way earlier than they claimed they did? Then, Will I have the courage to complete what I just started, A story-The story of success. The world has been saying practice because practice makes a man perfect. Yeah can’t seem true as it gets but where we miss is realizing the aspects to practice. You can’t expect an elephant to practice climbing a tree and hope that one day it’ll get perfect in it. Maybe it can get true but it’ll need constant practice from one generation to another where all the members of a ancestry will devote their life for a cause and when millenniums will have passed, one generation will arise where a fat creature with a trunk in its mouth which may or mayn’t be an elephant w

Now the problem began from day 1 when i saw her and just-Just for no reason i fell, fell down in the trap doors of love below which i further went sinking as slowly time passed and intimacy had started to show it's influence. A year of togetherness followed by physical separation by increase in distnace in the next and as told hy Newton's law of gravitation " The attraction between two 'people' is inversely propotional to the square of distance between the two" the separation and extreme shyness started to show it's consequences and slowly we separated, far apart from each other, step by step as a diamagnetic moves in a magnetic field. But yet i felt for her, still i hesitated to look her in the eyes because i knew they could clearly reflect my love for her, i couldn't smile at her down the hall way because i knew the smile would mean something more than friendship. We were separated but never over. Then life happened but feelings that are supressed

I remember it hurt seeing her hurt. She was hurt, she was bleeding with fears, insecurities filled her heart and tears were the form that it could escape out of her body. She didn't tell me anything but yet i understood, i understand everything. She can mute down her volume but the fears that her eyes display and the words that her body speaks says everything. It hurt and it hurt more when the i couldn't help her. She was there but yet there was nothing i could do. She was dying but she's trying to show that she was living up to her fullest.. but she was. Was it a move to make ne jealous or an attemp to live those last few moments she would be spending in this country in the way she likes but i could see her having the spark for other guys. What spark i had for her,she can't see as thr brightness of my spark is so much that her eyes are forced to change directions without realising what were those lights potrating.. She could've made two lives better but she chose

And there she stayed sipping coffee out of her cup and potrating his helpless face. She was silent. She had finished her story and left him stabbed with a broken heart and leaving him wounded with the pieces of information she conveyed. He couldn't touch his cup. A thick layer of fat was getting over the cup with the decreasing temperature both in the cup and heart of a betrayed( that's what he felt) a guy who was not sensible enough to understand life, what it was or what it conveyed. hours passed and harldy there was any talk. He didn't touch his cup while she stayed there finishing her story and cup both being at the same time. she was moving apart from him, far apart what she presented was a compulsion, his view of it was a choice. But seeing far and apart  seemed good for her future, she was going to live up to her dreams and potentials, (at least he could sit there saying that,) it felt good to think it that way. He was sitting there like an idiot not realising when s

A story This is a story, a normal one, a story of a boy and a girl, The first time they saw each other, they fell in love It was the day after new year, the 2 nd day of the year Love doesn’t need a day, does it? Neither did they care. They first met when the guy pushed the girl Obviously the girl did fall Let me get to the plot what’s the hurry just wait, I’ll tell you the whole Story.. It was 2 nd day of the year but they both had their classes, both were late and in a hurry, and the guy had forgotten his glasses, They both were running and they collided, could’ve been a huge fight but being late, they both avoided. They say in love, the guy’s always wrong so earlier I said the guy pushed, did it quenched your thirst? They were going to class, so both had some books in hand, With the touching hands and colliding eyes slowly they did land. She blushed so did he; they were still for a second they forgot being late and the intimacy began. The girl starte

Hello and good morning! What’s new out there in your world? =D So crush huh! I’m crushed now figuring not to see my crush for about a month and being ignored by her all weekend, man that’s tougher then I thought! Now let’s see why my crush is my crush! Interesting topic! =D The case is kind of like this! Well no offence but that’s what I’ve been told by some guys! Well still she is there for me! Not sure but it may be because she has trust in me! This girl who I didn’t even know suddenly starts becoming frank to me shares her problem with parents and all shit! Between all those small talks Yeah I fell in love! <3 So hard, I had to get involved.. It all goes like this……………………….(A poem by me) Among the long talks we had, the emotional bonding we made, fights with each other we created, funny cum hurtful things we said, Despite all those you were the best Somewhere in the middle of the talks Yeah! I fell in love! <3 Its mysterious how things work out