Quintessence

From morning alarms till late night calls  , from fight at bathroom door till missing the room keys... everything reminds me of infosys , mysore... the real place to be.... where sophisticated rooms and facilities , provided to trainees , makes them forget -they are just yet another color tag roaming in that beautiful campus. the word color tag , stayed a big pang inside our heart .... for every color tag had regular bag checks while entering GEC's while moving to multiplexes.. while leaving classes and while .... no that 's enough.... more  than enough.... Color tags.... red , dark blue , grey , white , orange , for the first time I hated colors in my life... We were all straining..., toiling & moiling day and night to get that ONE BLACK TAG !! That was the first time  , we worked for black...... something dark black always reminds me of dark, sorrow, and every other negative feel That was the day that taught us the re...

* If everytime beauty grows along with love , half the world will stay      Pathetically ugly  !!! * Life gets no meaning   until you become the reason for someone's smile * 50% of your life goes in loving a wrong person   & the rest goes by regretting for it!! * It costs one heart , to get another heart   thats'y being loved by your beloved   is said to be the best gift of all. *Nothing is pre-written  Neither it could be re-written * Words flow like water falls for two ppl.   1. Drunk   2. Drowned   one who is drowned in mire of love.....( * Hate me for what i am ..   Love me for what i am...   I'm happy with both!!   Cos I'm still myself... &   u live 'em thyself !! *Quotes are never framed,   they are just formed,   from one's own experience ! *Just cos i smile , doesn't mean i'm happy.....  Just co...

Pain Defined by many in words of two. Refined by me after beaten by few. Empty pour out in the land of farmer, Unshown love to the newly married woman, Vacant plate for a famished vagabond, Last minute breath for a escaped thief, and Unheard posting date for an Infosys trainee, are all pains in context of their own. results in vain , when given another  frown. In depth i go, intuits me a lot! On the sea of myth , I agape in mirth, as i have many a thing to newly breath! Under the sand, like a lost band, I see the bitter part, As, I seem like a littered spot. It pains, when loved one hurts It pains, when school friend forgets And it pains even more when trustworthy friend stabs behind back.,. After all one's life is a Bag of pains that is obtained from past! Air of gains that is buried like a pot.... pain goes plain when left in vain..... it comes like a rain and leaves a big stain...