Different strokes

Hey... Its your B’day! Lots of love and kisses! How I wish I could spend the entire day with you and wish to be with you the way I would dream to...
Never mind I still enjoyed today. Our relationship has taken a new turn nowadays. And I am enjoying it no less. The different strokes of our life is what enthuses us to go ahead, I guess. We had no cakes today, no gifts, no big treats. All we had was sufficient for me. We were in the place which has helped us to mould our relation in a better way. The flight of stairs leading to that place is something which I will remember forever. In your words they are "blessing in disguise". You have given me so much... so many surprises and so much of happiness. Life seems so complete. You have filled up the vacuum in my life. Where do I store all these? How do I express my gratitude? How do I show my love for you? What gift do I give you today? The gift of love? The promise of togetherness that I might never be able to fulfill? (oh no,... not again, atleast not today!)
I give you my smile, my happiness, and a promise to make our time a cherishing remembrance for you. I gift you today the different strokes to our living!
Take Care!!

The present !

Life suddenly has taken a weird turn for me. All of a sudden nothing seems to matter at all. The darkness seem to be engulfing me everyday. But I guess I am happy. Because I can see them happy. I can see everybody around me happy and I really wish I could laugh heartily for once, but somehow I don’t feel like that. Not that I want to cry. Even tears seem useless. There is happiness floating everywhere except in the darkness of mine. Nobody asks me anything and I don’t tell anything to anyone, coz I don’t find the use of talking anything anymore to anybody. I an terribly busy with office and the moment I am out of office, I am back to my dark self. Everything is shattered around me but I have lost the zeal to gather the pieces around me. As I walk along, the pieces crumble under my feet, and majestically I walk away as if they were mere dry leaves fallen from a forlorn tree.
The thing has finally struck me. The reality of what I have done has finally struck me! And it is devastating. It is eating me up gradually but I never feel a thing. Infact I have sort of accepted it. I remember a friend of mine had said that many of us find pleasure in getting hurt. Today at this point I am sure I am one of those kinds.
I am just waiting to see the extent of my fate, to see what is in store for me. It is like sitting behind and watching a movie waiting for the climax to come.
The window pane my room seems to become hazy as I keep on staring at it and try to see beyond it. The fresh air seems to suffocating today. As I stretch my hands to wash away the moisture on the glass pane the glass crumbles under my hands and the light is blocked. Darkness prevails….
Far from somewhere I can hear the laughter outside, and how similar it sounds like the cry which was choked before it could come out!