Relationship quotes.

loving someone is very easy when you have all your time and she has everything to give you.. but the real test is when you love that girl even when you are away and still hopeful of a lovely future... because life is not always as sweet my friend..

कुछ ख्वाब तो हमारे भी हसीन थे, पर ये समय का इम्तेहान ही था जिसने हमे एक सुखा गुलाब बनाये रखा था। 

 

The sweetest dream comming true!

every dream of life cannot be reality. so lets not make that dream so common, that is can't be realized. I will arrange my dreams so that the sweetest ones are fulfilled first. 

इक दास्ताँ मेरी भी सुन लो।

बड़ा आसां होता ये इश्क़ अगर

ये दूरियां ना होती,

समंदर सी फैल जाती बाहें यह हमारी

 और इसमें लिपटे होते तुम । 

क्यों रोक दिया इन कदमो को  तुमने?

 

जो लगती थीं मुस्किलें

क्या पता था कि हमसफ़र बन जायेँगी। 

जिनके बगैर जीना था मुस्किल

क्या पता था कि बस उनकी यादें ही रह जाएँगी?

क्यों छोर दिया इन यादों के भरोसे?

 

सम्भाले रखूँगा इन यादों को मै,

पर उम्मीद का दमन छोरना सिखा नहीं है हमने। 

कुछ ख्वाब तोह पुरे हो ही जाते,

तुम्हारे मिलने से। 

तुम न रहे, यादें रह गयी तुम्हारी। 

 

मेरे आखों में अगर आसूं न दिखे

तो ये न समझ लेना कि एकतरफा था इश्क़ तुम्हारा। 

मेरे नए रूप से अफ़सोस न करना,

ये तो परछाई है तुम्हारी। 

 

 

Who is this strange girl?

In a place where every face is new,
every eye has a question,
every step taken alone is uncomfortable,
introduction is the key
to every bit of closeness…
but, this is momentary and formal.

I’ve found a face;
which has a smiling invitation for me.
This smile is a friends smile.
I find a closeness in it.
I can feel an intimacy for my heart.
It seems a loving invitation, unending.

In that crowd when i look at her,
she is the most beautiful;
I’ve ever seen.
For a moment my heart connected like,
everything else was out of focus.
I forgot why I was here?

But then a question arise,
in my mind who is she?
How did my heart accepted her from rest?
She didn’t match in my past.
So why i feel her familiar?
you made my journey easy but…

Left my memories shaken.

My love

Memories are slipping,
and what is gripping is worries.
Worries which are worthless;

The memories which were there,
deep in my heart; good memories.
now it pierce, as the love is gone.

But the beach wave has taught me,
it takes away something;
It gifts something when it returns.

In return it has given me Bee.
My love, from deep inside the ocean,
deeper(my love) than the ocean.

Something about the writer.

Hi! I am boy now, 20 years in age and you can call me ‘Bee’. Actually I tried to name myself a lot but neither of them suited my mind so I finally decided to call myself Bee, my girlfriend calls me with this name. In many of my future posts I am going to tell you about her. Actually one day I called her honey and from that day onwards she calls me ‘bee’. She says that Bee and honey has a sweet relationship.

Well I am from a small town in India. I don't identify myself as a writer, you can say that this blog is a diary, which I write intentionally to tell about my feelings. To tell about my experiences. This blog is about being honest and about confessions. Here I will tell you my true love story and my genuine feelings. In practice I try to not tell a lie to my girlfriend, I love her very much. But sometimes I do things which I hide from her. So this is the place where I am going to reveal all this.

I am an engineering student and I spent my most of the school time in a residential school. In this school every thing was good but a communication gap between boys and girls and my shy nature has in time developed a feeling of inferiority in me. I face difficulty in speaking publicly. I lag those showcase talents like singing, dancing, anchoring, debating etc. I am doing my engineering from a place where I feel no progress in my skills. I want to live my post engineering life from a good and developed place.

In childhood I felt like hero. I was the leader of my gang. Most of my friends were girls, beautiful one’s! Always late arriving in school and two girls came my home daily to wake me up. I repeated bicycle stunts in front of beautiful girls of my colony, which I use to learn from Agay Devgan movies, like phool aur kaatein etc. I have a record of falling down from my bicycle which I used to ride at uncontrollable speed. My new jeans became useless in these style stunts.

But falling in love stuffs from that age actually changed me a lot. According to me one should not think about these stuffs from that early age. It affected me a lot and kept affecting because I didn’t stopped. Today I realize what I have lost. Well now I am busy studying and I am trying to improve. Don't think that this blog will be filled with sad stories. I will share my most favorites experiences here.

Well now I am graduating and I am living in a relationship which simply means that I have a girlfriend whom I love more than anything else. I want to marry her but there are some difficulties, as you know that India is a country which has more number of castes than it has states. Alas I am a victim of it. But I won’t quit and I have plans for it. I aspire to join civil services. I work hard for it. If any one of you are also preparing for it then do let me know.

As the matter of my love story is already revealed then I should tell you something about it. I love a simple girl. When I tell her she is beautiful then she doesn’t believes me. In fact how my love for her developed for her is a mystery for me. It started with a story which I have written, thinking of the, even before I met her. One day she came to read all those and it all started.

I wont make false stories here as I did sometime ago in my wordpress.com blog. Only thing which I want from this blog is some good friends and some sincere readers. I am sharing the purest feelings here so I should at least expect this from you. If you read this please put your thoughts in the comment box and let me know that will you visit by diary-blog again. Please do put your comments in every post you read as I always expect them from you and yes if you too have your story and you want me to read it for you then must put a link for it in comments.

With an expectation of good and loving readers.

Bee.

Running out of mind?

 

I am pretty out if mind today. In fact is happens generally. I suffer from a bad problem of thinking about something when I am doing something else. Why I do this? Well I don’t have answer to this. Like for today. As I have decided a lot of things to do for todays schedule by this evening but see I am busy typing a BlogSpot post now. And when I am typing this I am thinking that should I move my blogger blog to wordpress.com? Think of what kind of difficulty I will be facing. I need to study power system today and I have my semester exams form 3rd January but as I wanted to share a blog of thoughts and you don’t know how desperate I am about this. I have submitted this blog url to indiblogger.com and I am worried that they people will reject my blog submission as I don’t fulfill their criteria so in a rush I am posting this post. basically it does not have a lot of content to say.

Electrical engineering student would know how difficult is power system to study and I am facing so much problem in studying it. My heart knows what mind is saying? Should I say this otherwise? No I am correct. What I am trying to say is that at this point of time I am really confused as to what I should do?