move up and move on....

I think Sankalp wrote a very nice piece here. I remember writing something on the same lines some eons back.

You move on.
There is nothing that would or should stop your life.
People leave us and go, sometimes they fade away, sometimes they don't but you leave them behind and move on.
But a bit of them always stays with you and you carry it with yourself forever...holding it close to you...because its so precious and its so tough to let go. A bit of the laugh that you laughed with them will keep popping up now and then and spread on your lips every now and then.
And even though people go, they stay with you.


You are my passion,
You are my peace,
Yet you are not what I please.

Until next time,
Vipul


P.S: Don't comment back saying it's an old post. Its fuckin' 5:30 in the morning. WTF do you guys expect?

growing in relations

long gone are the times, when relating to people meant sharing your lunch in the backdrop of a soccer field.. chasing each other like mad, school bell ringing.. Now that i have grown, in all senses of the word, grown tired of things(life?) , outgrown innocence, i have started relating to people in the "grown" way.. which basically implies, i dont trust anymore.

the uninhibited way of natural trust, which knew no motive, no doubt or suspicion, just couldnt survive my growth, it died a premature death at the hands of our surroundings.. i grieve its loss, more these days than ever.

maybe its sheer joblessness that prompts me to think this through, or maybe its just a phase of time..

i pray for the latter to be true, because the beautiful quality about time is that, good or bad, it passes...