my scrbblin’s

this is (supposed to be) my last one on pain..
thnx u guys - one n all - for carin n cheerin me on these all-too-blue scribblins omine.. thnx shweets, rajesh, monu, myna, deepa, sur, nisch, lakshmi, ac, ash, amit, udita, wd, ws, divya, vidya, nats, alice, mana, sandy, sadiq, arun, dons, malini, jojo, n rest of the gang and ofcourse the anonymous one -annon- for al the support n care n concern.

i shud also say that writin on pain n hurt or nythin negative is not bad in any way.. like i’d told someone, when u write about such topics as pain, lonliness, darkness n other negative stuff - dont let em take over u.. rather write about ‘em all that u want n understand them, their roots n effects and turn what u get out of them into positive energy in dealin with people, situations n relationships. it is then a piece of scribblin becomes complete n meaningful..

these last few lines on pain r dedicated to aradhana, who has “inspired” me to finish off what evolved into a “painful series”:

ther’s no pain that time can’t heal
ther’s no pain that u forever shall feel
pain n hurt, they sure are real
but walk thru em, they’re no big deal

and so the end, but not of pain..
nor mi blogs..

i’m late, i kno.
i’ve always been.
always made u wait.
but today u jus din..

the winds still say i’m a coward.
and these xanthous leaves around too;
moments i wish i cud change now.
when all that u said comes back so true..
_

it hurts
to be forgotten,
but even more
when you're ignored.

its hurts
to tell the truth,
but even more
when no one takes.

it hurts
to let go,
but even more
when you can't.
_

pain is no pain
when its for a price.
pain is no pain
when it's a sacrifice.