I wish to surf. If I have just one thing to do before I die, I would like to see you, and then ask for another chance, to surf at Malibu.

I watched "Dead poets society" today, long after the death of Robin Williams. Would that count as irony?

For Shweta

I never meant to hurt you. I know you won't be reading this. But I just want you to know that I am not a liar. You have always been my best friend. I just wish we could talk again.

I know I have done more than my fair share of mistakes. But does that mean I can't even be angry?

I don't know how to lie.
You ask me if you love me, and I said no.
I wasn't lying.

I had always loved you.
When I told you that, you didn't believe.
Until it was too late.

I never asked for more than being a friend.
But you were to be the only one,
Who never left my side.

I did what I had to.
You did what you had to.
I'm fucked. You are too.

Shit!

I try not to keep crying all the time. Its doable. Atleast literally. You can't stop your heart from crying though. May be its not crying. May be its bleeding. You can't say for sure. Hurts a lot like bleeding though. But how would I know. I don't have it with me anymore. Figuratively.

Why don't we ever get what we really want. I've heard so much about how the entire universe conspires for you, to get you, what you want truly, but it never happened to me. Is it my fault, maybe I don't love you hard enough to make the universe believe. Or is the universe not capable enough. In either case, it is I who ends up being alone.

I am not your friend and I never will be your friend. You know very well what you are to me. So if you want a friend, go buy a puppy.

Sometimes i clutch the pillow by the corner, while sleeping. Makes me feel I am still holding your hand.