message in the bottle

i am heartbroken since yesterday, and regret the moment i picked up the book called "message in the bottle". it had been on my bookshelf for about 3 years now, and i damn the moment when y'day morning i picked it up to read ...

books, like cigarettes or adult films should come with a warning too - and this one surely should have carried one that said "not for the weak hearted" and i would not have touched it

the book is a love story with a fairytale affect....there cannot be a better romance than two people falling in love, covering time, distance, hurdles and falling truly, deeply & madly in love...nothing can be more beautiful than that...just pure love and romance...deeper than the ocean , softer than the cloud, larger than the sky...that love is beyond all limits and comprehension of a regular human mind. i experience this kind of love everyday every moment - i just close my eyes and i see him – us, in the everlasting love for one another...

what i dont like and understand is the authors wicked mind to manipulate human mind and emotions, they purposely end their book with a tragedy just to make the book work, as a tragedy remains in mind and talked about.

what they dont understand is that it breaks people like me into million pieces seeing the two in love not able to meet. i cannot see one of them lonely, longing to be together. I cannot see them separated and living a life without the other, as i'd rather die than live without the one i love...

it hurts beyond words...and just for the fun of it, the money and fame, authors end up committing the biggest crime their pen ever can...

separate the souls that were meant to be togehter…

women are born with a tag saying - handle with care

i wish i were a writer

i wish i were a writer,
who could write my mind out,
without the fears of the world
not caring that i am too loud

i wish i were a writer
who could speak as my heart says
not being shy of the words
just following it's own ways

i wish i were a writer
and could write how Leonardo paints
as strokes of his color speak
my words could paint the frame

i wish i were a writer
and could write how Mozart plays
his magical fingers on the keys
could be my writing on the lanes

i wish i were a writer
who could touch your heart
you sleep with my words on mind
and wish the same, when your day starts

i wish i were a writer
who knew how to write well
so you read what my mind speak
and makes your heart swell

i wish i were a writer
that you fall in love with too
for all my words i write
i write my love, only for you

heartbreak

Broken promise, soul in pain.
Wounded heart, shattered dream.
Will I ever love again?