half past eight  April 13, 2009 § 12 Comments  From new camera1
Sometimes you just smile,  And there nothing can hide .
Sometimes you just see   And the sight sets you free .   He lay
on his bed wondering what is going on around him . Sometimes
things just seem too good to be real . Having his phone buzzing
, people wanting to talk to him made him feel happy . But some
how , he couldn’t stop looking at where he was all those years
back . Time is a funny thing . As you grow older , you keep
changing . Things which mattered to you a while back don’t . You
see your self in the mirror and try to think back ,what you felt
when you saw into it a few months back . You smile at how you
felt .  He smiled . But some how he couldn’t accept certain
things . He wished this was not a dream . Funny how for a person
who kept living in his dreams , he wished this was not a dream .
What people never understand is that , what is just a remark by
a stranger for someone might mean the world to others and that
it can hurt . Yet