Missing.

The whole world came crashing down,
And i thought i could find my way.
Those little things that made me frown,
seemed so futile on that day.
I knew there was something missing,
something i needed the most.
I realized i couldn't get through,
those arduous days without that one love that i had lost.
But there she was-my friend,
who pulled me up from the claws of grief.
She knew what made me laugh and what made me tough,
And she's the reason why i am,well-me.




P:S Well i haven't really gone through a phase where"the world came crashing down"..But i did have those days where i was just down and out.And you guys just got me through those days with your silly jokes and random talks:)
I love you all-Nija(always there for me-enough said),Anusha(my iron maiden fan buddy and everything else-yes everything else),Sahitia(my lovely partner and stunt partner and my other half),Shruti(the girl who knows everything and who knows me-i hope),Jisha(she's not only there for making me laugh...she means alot to me)
I know the above sounds pathetic but i really really cannot do without you all!

Oh and just so you know,the poem written above is incomplete.

The Diary of a girl in Gaza

"I wandered here and there..having no idea where i was.
I was looking for my sister-Layla.I asked everyone around..i went everywhere looking for her.She was the only one left in my family.My family died fighting for their land.In a state of desperation,i entered the clinic and inquired about my sister.She was there-alive.I rejoiced.But i found her in pain.She was covered with bandages and this lively girl couldn't even move."i just want to end my life"she said.I was in tears too..but i couldn't let my sister know that i was just as scared as she was."Layla-umm and baba didn't raise us to run away..they taught us to fight-to fight back".She tried to smile but she couldn't.She just held my hand.The doctor told me that she was going to live for only 3 or 4 days but my little sister was still alive on the fifth day.I was so proud of her..i knew she was just hanging in there.That night she told me how much she missed those days when we were free and when we were unafraid.She said this pain was too much and she couldn't bear it.I started crying.She told me to wipe away my tears...she started singing an old Palestinian song..and i joined her.We both laughed and sang all night.Next morning i went out to get food.There was no food and water.I felt like i had lost everything.I came back to see my sister-the only face that made each day easier for me.There she was-lying motionless.She lost the battle.She died.I felt like a part of me was taken away.I felt sad.I felt lonely.I didn't know what to do.I lost everything.I lost everyone i loved.I am not sure if i am going to live.And i am not scared.I know my Layla is waiting for me".






I found this diary amongst the rubble.The clinic was bombed.No one survived.

Life.

I am born.
I learn.
I love.
I am hurt.
I hate
I cry.
I laugh.
I bleed.
I die.

I resolve.

2009.A new beginning?
When the new year begins we feel rejuvenated.
We forgive.
We let go.
We make up.
We forget.
We have no idea of what the new year holds for us.
We might lose.
We might win.
We might fall.
We could love it or hate it.

Last year was wonderful.

This year could be better or worse...