It Hurts

It hurts

It hurts every time

That you can never be mine

I can never be yours

But still I have to live

With this stupid thing called hope


I know our worlds don’t match

Our stories don’t crash

And when we smile

We have different things on our mind


Still this heart can’t stop

I love your black heel flip flop

When you walk tick tock

Makes my heart to stop

And even then

Imaginary stories keep running in the backdrop


So forgive me If I have committed a crime

But loving someone should not be fined

Because it’s just an involuntary reaction

We can’t control it

It’s one hell of a commitment





You be okay now

Leave this junkyard of a place

Fly away to some other fancy airspace

Restart your whole life

Don’t run coming back to this wildlife


You be okay now

You be okay now


My heart will never rest in peace

Send some nurses and the police

I want you to leave me behind

Because you have a bright future and all I commit are petty crimes


My darkness will swallow you too

Because it feeds on people like you

So if you really love me then stay away

It’s not a betrayal

It’s the way to keep you away from the darkest of my days


May be someday  I will cool down

I will get the power to move on

From the world of dark

From the world of trouble

May be you will get back your true lover



Till then just play safe

Keep remembering our good old days

Remember our love

Remember our glory

I will come back to complete our story

 you be





Nice Guys

I stumbled upon this while going through “Quora”. It belongs to  but I can’t stop myself from sharing it here…


This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.
This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.
This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.
The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in college, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.
So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.


It was always You


Lost inside

Inside your eyes

And I have nowhere else to go

So I sit inside waiting, waiting for it to rise



I am down

Down on my knees

Sitting in puddle of sand

I am waiting with my bated breaths

Holding onto your dreams

So will you turn up

Because I have lots to share

Will you turn up

You are part of my destiny



Now I just wanna confess

Confess everything from within

Will you still love me

If I told you, at times I have lied


So no matter what you do

I will always hold your hand

No matter what you do

It’s only me that you could count


So If after everything

You are still by my side

I will not let a single tear roll down your cheek

I will catch them all

I will make you heal

Because when you walk with me

It’s only you that I care about

Because when you walk with me

You are all that I have

So If you stay with me

Everything we will have

So If you stay with me

We can conquer the whole world