I Think I Write...

"Chalte raho, apne rah pe chalte raho".....these words mean a lot. Life till now has given me a lot though I still haven't much seen of it.....it has also taken away a lot of precious things from me. "Whatever happens happens for the good" my mother keeps on telling me this. Life never stops for any body...time never waits for anybody. Its up to us whether we can keep pace with it and move with time or else lay back and watch time moving ahead of us. You are gone.. now I understand.......you have moved on in life..... I tried to hold time in the fist of my hand.....didn't want to face the practicality of life. I wanted to remain the teenage school girl...momma's little daughter forever...n just freeze the time in my past. Obviously that surely wasn't possible and I had to open my eyes.....see the practical life. It is not easy accepting the things the way they are now but its not even that hard..... I have started to see things differently than the

Whiskey love..... She put him out, like a burning end of a midnight cigarette.....she broke his heart. He spend his whole life to forget. And we watched him drink his pain away.. little at a time..but he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind. Until that night...when he put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger..n finally drank away his memory...life is short..but this time it was bigger than the strength he had to get up on his knees..... we found him with his face down the pillow...with the note that said that "I'll love her till I die!!" and we burried him beneath the willow, where the angels cried.."its the whiskey love of life".... The rumors flew... but nobody knew how she blamed herself...for using you..... she tried to hide her whiskey on her breadth. she finally drank her pain..little at a time..but never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind...until the night....when she put that bottle to her head and pulled the tri