Idle

Thought of writing something here many times but ending up ignoring it.Frustrating holidays ahhh enjoin it, enjoin the worst time of my life.I know this too shall pass away.Time always take it's toll out of you.Things go too far sometime then you want them to go.Better to close the old chapters of life n move on :)


Ciao
Mani Arora

Zindagi main to .....................

20/05/2007 the unforgettable day of my life...............................................

Booooohooooo tried to make it special but ended up screwing everything :)

Exams

well thr's one thing for sure exam's are the most boring thing in a student's life.
Nothing much happening out here. Life plays many tricks on you,and one can have no clue of what's goin to happen next.Catch ya latter.

Try to study...ehehehe...

Ciao
Mani Arora

Addicted

ADDICTION

I have a addiction,
addiction of your love,
addiction to think to think about you,
addiction of your thoughts,
addiction to talk to you,
addiction of your voice,
addiction of your face,
Yes i'm addicted,
addicted to those deep eyes,
addicted to that smile,
addicted mind full of you'r memories.
i'm addicted ......................

The heart is wiser than the intellect

Ciao
Mani Arora

For my dream mate

THE COLOR OF LOVE

I see the beauty of the rose,
Its fragrance fills the air;
But as I see your beauty,
The rose does not compare.
For when I see the white rose,
Like a touch of paradise;
It is only a reflection,
Of the innocence in your eyes.

And there within the pink rose,
A softness does impart;
Just like the kiss of morning dew,
And the tenderness of your heart.
I slowly turn the yellow rose,
Gaze on it for awhile,
And see the glittering brilliance,
In the sunshine of your smile.

And when I see the rose of red,
Look deep inside the bloom;
It holds a touch of tender love,
Like a beautiful sweet perfume.
I see the beauty of the rose,
Its fragrance fills the air;
I hear your laughter, see your face,
And the rose does not compare.


My dreams will never end.


Ciao
Mani Arora

Sacrifice

. . . SACRIFICE . . .

The sacrifice of love we give,
Takes less and yet gives more;
An everlasting hand of love,
The heart an open door.

The willingness to give of self,
To lay down your own life;
To touch another person's heart,
In loving sacrifice.

A chance that God has given you,
To reach another soul;
Forever changed by kindness,
A life your love made whole.

For life is but a circle,
Each life part of the chain;
Each link is joined by sacrifice,
That causes man to change.

To turn and reach a hand of love,
To touch another's life;
Will cause the circle to be whole,
In loving sacrifice.



Ciao
Mani Arora

My Scrimmage

"Dreams are the only thoughts which we don't have time to think during the day"

Back again with my rubbish. Life is on a highway, time passing by quickly and i find myself standing nowhere.This is the time of my life.But what future has to offer i don't know and i seriously don't know why and what i'm writing. Finally F.L.I.R.T comes to it's destination,the most incredible and passionate thing of my life.

I'm not a doubting Thomas but the McCoy is scrimmage of future that pushes me to be a slayer of my own life.


Ciao
Mani Arora

Busy

Busy busy busy it's all i can say for now .Well i'm taking online apti test,studing computer hardware,databases,c,c++ duh!!.I'm writting only for relaxing a bit, so don't worry it will end too soon than you expected.I'm preparing for a placement test actually.Let's see what the result will be ?
So time to go now, a lot of work still left.

Take care

A.D.I.O.S

Mani Arora