himanshu....my way

Once again you are remembered for some odd reasons, Inspite of the fact that destiny has played a worst game with you that very season, In the frst part I have mentioned that painful story, such a brave soul you were and trust me girl!! Ur name will always be there in chapters of pride and glory That one journey took away everything from you that we all know, A heinous act from those monsters has given a huge blow... I heard that when u were on the verge of your last breathe,tears shed away from thy innocent eyes, U were seeking justice cuz u were genuine and this whole incident was not built on lies, Blood boiled in every vain,Like a flicker in every flame, Now when the question comes to Justice, its truly a shame!! oh my God!!  i heard one of those monsters got freed by our so called justice factory, They say as per the law, juvinile has covered his punishment which truly is not satisfactry, Why the fck!! there is no amendment in the law in this case???? If it would have bee

C hildhood days were those when bat and ball was all that we had Scolding from the guardians everytime though made us sad What a tym that was when we had no tensions Just we all use to go to school and complete short comprehensions!!! Mummy this... daddy that...is all we use to utter with our tongue Never ever thot of worldly affairs until we get young... What a fab life was that when reading books and playing games were usually our hobby.. Back to home with our homework and cartoons at night following ginnie and bobby Till 4 we all had bicycles that we ride and we do fall, No technological stuff we had that time, not even a phone to smone to make a call, Rightly said that, Chilhood is like a potters game and we were all like their clays, Do trust me or not we all do enjoy and miss our childhood days!!! ### Ginnie and bobby ---> Imaginary cartoon programme --Himanshu

                                                     Sometimes it becomes strange when you have everything with you Still life looks an arduous journey and its like you have no clue I know not what to do in the situation like this by the way Is it the matter of age or time or anything else dunno exactly what to say Yes very true that Time is not measured by the years that you live But by the deeds that you do and the joy that you give Being humerous and being happy everytime  have got lot to share But my goodness!! its not all that all the times, from inner self things do not look that much fair It looks bitter but the reality is your skies are dark and the days are grey And its cuz you have got to feel as there is no one to light your way The poineering attitude keeps you perky and  kinda standalone But still I do believe but doubtful  of whether Winner stands alone?? In this materialistic world you feel something somewhere is not happening fine The soul  scream away that yes i