the poem my best friend wrote for me:

(ankita aka super ank.she is someone whoz really special to me.):

She looks pretty as an angel,
Her eyes hazel, her lips so pink,
She knows every guy who walks down the road,
But she wouldn't care to blink.
She's a rebel, she doesn't care whats wrong n whats right,
She won't care if she falls down, she won't care about the pain,
I wonder where she's heading for tonight,
And there she goes again;
In her car playing THE END,
And there she goes again,
Being my coolest friend,
And there she goes again,
Sitting in the trunk of the truck,
And there she goes again,
Screaming "I dun give a FLYING FUCK",
And there she goes again,
Sipping her cold strawberry ice tea,
And there she goes again,
Fluttering like a honey bee,
And there she goes again,
Being a self obsessed freak,
And there she goes again,
Looking so wicked, looking so sleek,
And there she goes again....

A GIRL WHOSE NAME IS LOVE!


A girl whose name is love is lost…is lost…is lost
She looks like an Angel, She is like Mother Marry by mind
She still has an age of fire, but understands the language of eyes
is lost, is lost, is lost……
it has been centuries since she is lost, but it seems that it happened just yesterday
She was by my side till now, but right now she is not here (with me)
what is this cheating, what is this harrasment, my thinking is surprised by it
My sight is searching for her at every road
I give my oath to her, I give her own oath to her
I give god’s oath to her, I give oath of everyone to her
I give oath of this world to her
If she is living anywhere, or dying anywhere

If she is reading somewhere, if she is listening somewhere,

She must meet me once,
She shoud not put my faith to end,

Otherwise……
I can not live any more now….
I can’t write any song now….

my favorite painting....very close to my heart...

on the edge,a person sitting all day from sunrise to sunset..thinkin abt life...n understanding that what comes around that goes around.

This makes lots of sense to me.....