Through my lens: Unspoken thoughts

I am a lonely path of broken dreams, It is heaven that i am searching for.. All these stars seem dull to me, It is the moon that I'm searching for.. Happiness is so angry at me, It is the joy I'm searching for.. There is crowd around me at all times, It is a soul that I'm searching for.. My life is like an endless road, It is destination I'm searching for... Don't know what is it that I have lost, May be it is me that I am searching for.. P.S- Courtesy "Nanu" :)

Self control is an oddly treacherous thing. The instant you think you have mastered it, it deserts you, suddenly and without warning! He promised never to betray suppressing the idea in a bray failing in letting it go away even the best man stray! Is he the obvious candidate of adultry Succumbing to the world's mockery deafening himself to HIS advisory resting in his own aery Drawn in a battle array Why do you affray burning the sole in ashtray even best man stray!

Do lovers need to express their love on any one particular day?? Why did Pope Gelasius I established this day? To honor several Christian martyrs?? Or for us to follow it blindly till date?? Well do we really believe in this concept? Or we take it as another day to indulge in extravagance? Ah... well what did you buy this time to impress your beloved?  Did you check with the price tag? How much does a Red rose costs today... where would it be cheap? How much for a kg of rose petals? Rs 200  at one place and Rs 40 somewhere else.. Ah, really? Why can't same love be expressed with same  monetary amount. Does the intensity differ if u gift a diamond necklace or just a bouquet or only e- greeting card? Btw how many sms(es) floats on this particular day? Good revenue generation for telecom department and various service providers.. Ultimately somewhere down the line you need money to express your feelings. So is it the trade off between money and love? To My valentine With you I wo

Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style And so I came to see him, to listen for a while And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song I felt all flushed with fever, embarassed by the crowd I felt he'd found my letters and read each one out loud I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despai

You are excited for your industry training but as days passes you realize its more about getting trained in how to reach to your destination. Fun, I claim it to be. You jostle in the crowd to grab your seat, You relate to every scene and beat. You have always been known for your punctuality. Rather I would say you are over punctual. You enjoy being the early ones to enter your premises. Its Monday, you have been warned for not so frequent cab service and more no. of people to catch the service (those returning back to their PG for another Working week) So That Day ….. You were rushing to reach on time with margin of an hour in hand, But got stuck on Highway with roaring engine and dried salivary gland. Ah!!The engine was heated, it gulped liters of water. Still, could not recover from the shock of overweighed passengers. It betrayed you mid way and did not provide any other alternative. You are still new to this route.... yet to explore… unfamiliar roads.. different turns…