TRAUMATIC SORROW                         

Despair at estuary with nightfall,

Heart sink into sorrows traumatically.

 Shimmering lights even begins fading,

 And yet like metastasis cancer cells, worst started spreading.

Poisoned bloodstream spread-ed to all extremities

With It’s reach cut short to heart,

Trembling body started worsening  blue

And yet those highest pain couldn’t effort even relieving scream.

Those unbearable pain at crux flourish at highest,

So much was a pain like naked body in freezing ice,

 Those  loudest scream in the head tried breaking his head,

But couldn’t effort then letting go slowly and eat him away.

 “She wondered that hope was so much harder then despair.” -Patricia Briggs

                                       MISSING HOME.

“Usually when complete silence evolve as afternoon sink, I find myself into those big room expecting  ‘huge dead log’ on the bed  and when I couldn't see anything, I land up missing both of you terribly”

Just a day ago I got a call from my goddess(mom) and  usually when ever she ring me, the first thing she would  never forget to question me is ‘Hope you’re not sick?’ and upon hearing me ‘sound, fine and perfect’ In sigh of huge relieve she would thank me so much with love and kiss for staying fine and strong. You know, since from the day when I was admitted to ICU in my second year due to severe dengue fever, she always stay with heavy load of tension and worries about my health even if I am an adult now. Sometime I feel terribly sorry for my mom for always giving a trouble instead of helping her as I grow up.

Quite of a long duration we’re in long conversation about home, my studies and normal routines and in middle of conversation unable to hold, in tears she told me,  “ Cheychey,usually when complete silence evolve as afternoon sink, I find myself into those big room expecting both of you like ‘huge dead log’ on the bed and when I could see anything, I land up missing you both”  and to my realization It was exactly 2 pm in the evening when my dad left for office, when my younger brother go to school right after lunch and when she is all alone at home.  I didn’t know how to react, I didn’t know how to answer, I was blank and frozen yet with waters in my eye flooding. Sometime’s what I hate the most is, no matter how much I love, no matter how much I care,no matter how much my mom is special to me  I don’t know how to let my feeling come in words and make her feel good.

Following after a minute of silence she told me, “don’t worry alright? actually I was in your room  and suddenly when I expected you and  brother like a dead log on the bed and when I couldn’t see  both of you, I couldn't hold back then calling both of you”  and at last with soft laugh, she whispered ‘What to do? This is your mommy, who loves both of you  that I sometimes can’t digest the absence of you guys’ and she hanged the call telling me to stay strong, healthy and finally teasing me with my girl as always.

Lately i started missing home and my mom so much that sometime's i land up in tears and especially this days, it has been hard times at night, where no matter how much i try to sleep i couldn't and i don't know where my sleeps has fled, and this hard times make me miss my home terribly, because no matter how much i sleep, i still would fall to sleep peacefully till the late evening like mom said "shing tomang"(dead log) and my exhausted body is in need of quiet a long holiday and moreover, i am just saddened with a truth that there is no much time for me to spend time at home happily with mom and dad, as i will graduate soon which closes down my vacation and as time has drawn closer and so near to be one responsible and a grown up man. Time indeed has moved so fast...

Ocean as an ink,  sky as paper, still i would find too less for my words for how much i miss my home and my parent's. 

                              Challenges for good.

Quite a rough day it has been as it happened for the past few weeks but thankful to god as it was at least not to the extend of  tough days when soldier come from the battle field.

Yesterday, today and tomorrow for almost a week or two has been quite a tough time , I would rather prefer saying things that are out of my control has completely rule over me making me sick and sad, but as always I stand tall to fight back just hoping the very next day to be a beautiful morning , as life has totally unpredictable way of treating people where “ even in the worst time, we are still full of blessing”  and even when we are in good times, bad lucks comes unpredictably, such a life is, ‘unpredictable’.

 Most of the time, many of us are blindfold to treat the days same as it has resulted;  worst in worst ways,  good in good ways,  sad in sad ways  where we get little carried away with all those that happened forgetting what will come next, such is the worst kind of human mind so much conditioned like Pavlov dog.

Yesterday- was again more one more sleepless night in row sandwiched in those rough days. I ain’t sure why I even can’t sleep even if I want to sleep and moreover I wasted all of my time since morning  completely doing nothing . You know, I planned to write some articles but my thoughts were drained out,  I thought of going through books, but my energy was zero, I thought of washing my clothes but I was too lazy as always and I was just fucked up.

Sleepless, fucked up and nothing to do,  just like everyone I was back again to my sony experia phone, like everybody in this modern time who gets to their mobile phone like they have to feed always.  By then trying to make myself feel good, I was browsing over some pharmaceutical research articles, some journals, and yeah going through few among million Instagram photos  and out of nowhere I was back again to ‘Facebook and we-chat’ like everyone,  the most visited site of the time that everyone does when ever they have nothing to do and yeah suddenly I landed chatting with one of my closest person who was also going through the similar condition.

Following our conversation about so many stuffs, I didn’t know how time passed, but it was already morning, when I only could realize upon hearing the those loud call of early morning prayers and yeah we decided to sleep. It was 5 am in the early morning, the dawn was yet to break, I adjust myself to sleep with thought-‘ at least I have to wake up early even if I don’t do anything’ but again for couple of minutes, I wasted my time trying sleeping. I was just wondering where my sleep fled until morning light find me through.

It was Saturday, and don’t ask me how was your day?  I didn’t know how It passed, I didn’t even see the sunlight and I knew that was a complete waste of time and I was totally pissed of myself running and ruining all my times.  I was hungry, I was lazy, I was pissed off, I was sick and I am sad, I didn’t know what the fuck I am going to do, it was already night, the time when it come again for sleep.

Later after 5 minutes subduing my laziness, I picked up those dirty bowls, curry cooker, plates and went to tap to wash and prepare food to at least to fill up my empty stomach and rest to leave on its own;  with thought ‘what ever happen will happen and is destined’. And there I was in bath room about to wash, filling up buckets with water, rinsing plates and suddenly when I pick up the dish-washer(pril) I found myself with the ‘morning purifying face-wash ‘ on my hand, breaking up myself into soft laughter. The very time, I didn’t know how my thoughts suddenly clean up and started feeling fresh, but I thought, god at least want us to smile no matter what and there is always a reason in this world for everything to accept.

At last, i recovered everything with smile and was good start to October days ending troublesome September :) .

'EVEN IN THE DIFFICULT TIMES, WE ARE STILL FULL OF BLESSINGS'-  PEMA CHODRON.

A KID I MET ROADSIDE.

Crusted sweats was a road through his dusted face.

His hand were dangling like a pendulum.

His legs were shivering like an alcoholic.

His eyes drowned and dimmed,

So much of stories buried inside.

And i could feel his tighten chest,

That breath stuck on his chest,

I could feel his churning acidified stomach,

That terrible hunger cramp.

So much was a suffering,

Even the death would do justice even if it's early.

     MISTED THOUGHT

The epoch,

Eventuated uncontrollably.

I wonder, if it's hide and seek in deepest dark,

And i ain't sure if i should even believe in transcendence.

A transcendence like mist through walls.

See, its current,

Its floats and waves,

Sweep with blood in veins undistinguished 

Indeed malignantly growing within.

And yet felt controlled on its own.

But why do i feel so drunk on it?

You think it's normal.

 All those furious madness in windows,

With shelf dropping evenly.

And all those hunger of mouth line.

Everybody need love

Yeah, i am a men,
But drawn and magnified;
     To a king,
     To a soldier,
     To a lion,
     To every big and strongest character.
But i am not a rock.
Indeed i still need you.
    You to kiss me through  all the days that comes by,
    You to hug me through all the night that comes by,
    You to care me through all the time when i need,
    You to teach me in all the wrong times that comes by
    You to support me in all the times when i am weak,
Because you are my every thing;
    My crown,
    My arm,
    My kingdom,
And all of you is my womb of where my bravery born.
You are my confidante, a wing that i need to fly.

                                 

This piece of poem is written in one of my cold and desperate college days.
I know it's not as good and beautiful as those influential poets around, but this is basically dedicated to all those people who struggle for all that little love and to those people who are in distanced relationship fighting for the time-a biggest time which they wait for, to  change all their life story into a beautiful one.
In this world, most men and women usually don't open themselves and most of the time, when it comes to relation they hold thing's to the certain extreme that they even get tired and exhausted.  a question is, who is there in this world who don't need love and care?
Acting strong and holding up to things even if you have a place to share makes you no strong then wearing within oneself, an emotional stress can't be dissolved neither be erased until it is suffice by the love that you long for.
A men is strong human being, but still he needs genuine affection and love. It require all that feeling of magic(love) to make everything beautiful and feel good.

UNDEF-EATABLE FORCE. 

Furious waves against front,

Roar consistently loud.

The lightening through dark sky catastrophically electrifying,

 With storm and thunder terrifying.

It was dark as the hell could be,

And heavy rain made it worst.

He groan like thunder in extreme pain,

But rickety leg still keeps up

His texture was lost into blood and mud,

His spirits were destroyed,

His resistance collapsed,

His motivation faded,

His energy exhausted,

His faith lost,

But in the midst of terror , wars and demons,

He still fought with a hope,

A hope that would kiss him one day with happiness.

STORM MAKES YOU STRONGER.

Catastrophic failures:
Like mist through walls,
Storm every now and then,
A battle born,
The journey is tough,
To peak failure rob and
At point feel melted down

A pregnant mind of malformed:
Bred thoughts,
Alarmed emotions and
Suffocate breath.
So much it wounds,
Even unpacking the trusted soldier,
A pregnant mind of rickety thought.

All mighty,
Hear those stories
And bless with light.
To the ultimate,
let them discover;
         'It's okay to get burnt down,
         It's okay to fall down,
          It's okay to be broken.
It's all the blessing that makes you stronger the next dawn fall.

                                          [a men who passes storm becomes steel]
It's basically the true motion of life that test you always how much stronger you are.

Forty Eight Hours.

My mind, pages of a book of my body,
My senses scribble over it consistently,
Millions of storms,
I feel consumed yet there isn't an end.

Who would stare to the watch whole night,
When world is dark and dead.
But thousand of time, my tireless eye does in search of what i really don't know,
And yet i am devastated when whole world awakes,

I am all consumed all bit and pieces,
Still dawn light didn't save me yet,
The longest and deepest of sleep i seek
But limitless energy keep me wide open which i never find when i want to close.

What is so wrong?
I try to settle down for the quickest answer i could find,
Yet i am blank, devastated and consumed,
So big, a hell swallowed me throughout.

HER ANGER VS ME

Infinite,

Her heart as ocean drank,

So less to say and easily she could hide.

like the blow of air to the candle light.

Yet seed sown in my field never grew.

Water on heat, 

Was her blood I could feel in veins, 

Her roars i could hear in tremor,

But it's so less  could get.
Yet the seed sown never give me surprise.

My storm,

How she would calm several times,
So big I expected I can calm too.

But the time has never shown.

Her demon never troubles me but those tiring eye does.

MY WALLS ONLY HEAR MY SILENCE.

Cold in summer,
Scalp to toe nail,
To all extremities.
A hell.

Loud and active,
Busy is the city outside,
But silence has engulfed like a storm.

Darkness in day,
Deep and intense within my walls,
But sleep is out somewhere,
The disaster.

The air so thin,
Yet iced, it's hard to breath.
It's only my pen and walls that see me.

‪#‎ to all lonely days that's hard to digest.

               Wait for an unburdened smile.

   Cities are drunk on noise and lights,

   Every time, its busy but here i am rigid and stagnant.

   Wandering myself through lost path every dawn break.

   Kneeling down, on the first light i ask answer from my goddess,

   But she is even more silent that the height of my lost.

                 Each night , it became terribly quiet,

                 That frightens me with deep darkness.

  

         To the discovery;

  I flip thousands of words written,

Thousands of photographs snapped,

Thousands of voice recordings,

But each has so much and so more to tell.

And i am here still lost with each memories alive,

And all i want is to be back to that reality, the one last hug i wish before i die.

It's nobody's voice, but inside me loud and big.

You know it; 

I always have something to say,

I always have something to write,

But it's me, as always a mirror of words

When you're my north light.

       You, basically is a picture of my poem,

      That somebody- "me" has always something to write about.

It's a long quiet night without an unburdened smile.

   

I miss you.

Where ever I go, where ever I stay; you’re only one I

have in my mind.

Even in my sleep, you have become my dream.

Yeah, having to stay far from you is tough, yet become worst when I have to live each day with the fear of losing you.

But million’s battle I have to pass before I go to sleep.

Somewhere away from you and home, I am here.

World is new and big, city beautiful and awake twenty four seven,

But without you, everything is charmless.

All I wish is to be with you forever.

Hundreds of morning came and night has passed without you.

Even winter has flew, spring has came and yet summer is about to come,

But still I couldn't see you.

Desperate is my feeling to see you each morning like the first ray of sun and spend each day of my life.

I see millions of people face around,

Flight’s flying above my place now and then.

But still I couldn't see you.

All I wish is to see you beside me now and forever.

Here away from you, I live with each single memory of us,

When you make me run to chase you,

When we sing together hours and hours and millions more- you know well.

Haunted is me, madness is my feeling, crazy is my thought and act.

All I wish is to spend each single day and die old with you.

 "your voice my music, your smile my sunshine,

you are everything that i am happy for."

Night, my day.

It was early morning before my medicinal chemistry exam and after my whole awake night just like many of those warriors who prepares before the battles. 

I started preparing for the exam for long three nights till the next dawn, where my sleeping time started from early morning till the evening time when everybody is awake. It's not that i wanted to, but my sleeping pattern was pathetically disturbed. I don't know myself since when it started, but it's been a long time I wasn't able to sleep at night which i am suppose to like everybody, so most of the time i was using those waking hour to burn the midnight oil for the exam, but i never felt good and okay, because it was totally just the opposite to the  usual life i live each and every day.

Usually i started eating my break fast at around 4 PM in the evening, which is my morning, then i started to flip pages, i started to read and prepare for the exam and my dinner and lunch would be basically around close to midnight. Basically my day was night, moon was my sun and i use to stay whole night just flipping pages, just reading note's, listening to music, going up to the top of building and watching the sky dark dotted with beautiful stars and all this takes me to the dawn; when city awakes.
Early morning yesterday i was just like other night awake preparing for my medicinal chemistry exam, my friends were also awake too till morning busy preparing, as this subject needs a whole lot of preparations, understanding, attention and revision unlike other subjects. Medicinal chemistry is filled with whole lot of drugs that we use daily by each of one us to treat, diagnose and feel better from sickness. When you study medicinal chemistry, it gives you a magic about a particular drugs- it explains you from the simple query,  why this drug is taken particularly for the particular diseases, it answers you why it's counter indicated and it explains even the facets of chemistry, pharmcoanalysis, chemical analysis, that's why it require whole of understanding and preparation for this exam.At around 9 AM i had my chemistry exam yesterday and yeah it went good as much as my preparation deserved,  but the worst thing was, i couldn't even stand for a single hour after my exam, where my eyes were very heavy, my body so tired, felt like i was coming from the war and no sooner i was dead like log on the bed.

When i woke up i could not believe myself, it was 1:00 AM in the morning after i slept at around 2 PM in evening yesterday, and as always i am awake right on the bed right now. I am starting to think, i am not living the life i am suppose to. I miss my home back at BHUTAN, I miss my mom and dad, who always care me and i realize now,  in this life there is nothing as such a special, just being able to live a day like everyone, just being able to sleep at night, just able to eat on time, following daily routine is more than special.

I do got an answer now, why mommy always wake us( my brother who is presently working at MHPA TRONGSA and me ) early in the morning, why she always told to sleep on time, yet we rarely do what she told us. We always fail, waking up after lunch was our style, and she would be sad, seeing us not sleeping on time, not waking on time, not eating on time. It was simple, she want us to live a life each day, seeing and enjoying beauty of each seconds.
Right at this moment, i just wish to finish my exam faster, go back to home and live the life. Waking up early in morning, sleeping on time is worth than anything.

Breath.

Yesterday was exactly the point from where my eyes were,
I felt so long,
Heavy was my heart, even million song couldn't do a help.
Time has arrived, flew and even transpired.
Leaving with whole sweet battles and pain, but those were my light.
The road to my heart.

Through the journey of yesterday,
Time has left me tired,
Exhausted was my body, even an hour of rest do nothing better.
Time has arrived, flew and even transpired.
Leaving with whole sweet battles and pain, but those were my light.
The road to my heart.

Tonight time has arrived just like before.
War is on the front whether i like it or not.
But at least a gleam on the corner i could see;
With the road i hit,
With the war i fought,
With the pain i endured
 Finally i could see the light, this is gonna take me home... finally a breath.

   

LONG NIGHT.

  

For the long time when you left me;

I tried walking every road i was given,

I tried smiling every person i passes by,

But inside i was and i am still lonely.

For the long time when you left me;

I tried to cheer with the people around,

I tried to make myself lost doing something,

But inside i was and i am still tortured heavily.

For the long time when you left me;

I tried listening to the musics,

I tried playing the games,

But inside i was and i am still burnt.

Since the long hours without you,

My heart has been still pounding,

My body so thirsty and still sweating,

My mouth still foaming,

I have all those sickness in my head, which hammer me heavily.

I have been a long time without you,

The thing's are still same rough and exhausting since from the point when you left me here.

It's dark like for century, a long night that never cease. 

Only little tough day makes tomorrow better and happier.

Lately I met myself where being weak and worrying never changes everything, because irrespective of anything, everyone is subject to rough days. Neither me nor you can skip, quit or do magic to avoid all this battles of life, because the path of life is just made in one direction. Sun and stars in the sky also don’t show always, sometime’s cloud rules, that’s why the law is comparatively similar on this earth to everything.

I walked a long journey of my life, encounter with so many battles with different degree of toughness, where sometime’s I win, where sometime’s I lose, where sometimes I get carried away with all this heavy weight of suffer and worries, but what I discovered to myself lately was there is nothing call winning or losing or getting carried away, it’s all that we made to ourselves, it’s basically us who give us most of the difficult time’s. That is why; it’s just us, your own self that creates the whole surrounding around you.  We travel here and there, walk so many paths but the entire road is just one way- moving forward and on this road, nobody see the success right in front, neither resolve every complicated situation that arouses then and there, that’s why it’s all those little troubles, a battles, a worries or whatever poison that kills you is the ultimate door to a good time’s.

Being weak never help, rather it weakens you further, worrying too much never changes rather it wears you like the canines that tear off everything, so in order to fight any battle of life, we really don’t need all those sophisticated tools, we really don’t need all those inborn intelligence, we really don’t need a physical strength, so the answer to the question of what we really need is;

Yeah ,People are born with different view and perspectives,  with seed sown on the plate of their mind which they interpret differently, and may be they have their own answer to the above, or maybe they haven’t yet known or in way of searching just like I was before. So to me what I really discovered to myself was, a hero is an ordinary individual who knows how to battle well, how to handle the situation without worrying too much, and of all that little courage that makes a strength and energy to battle. You know, no one has born and died without facing the troubles, it’s that entire little rough situation, an experience that makes a courage, strength, and unbeatable energy in hero. Being weak doesn't change, until you learn to be courageous and endure every worst time.

In the womb of cliche days

Waking up with each dawn break;

Walking the road given,

Working the with task you're responsible of,

Walk of life is all the same most of the time.

It’s tiresome and bored.

Exhausted and monotonous,

Tired and uninspired,

Waiting for that someday to be “energetic and young”

But in that womb of repeated cycle,

Do you ever come across, when you meet whole of yourself? When you meet whole of the surrounding that you live with?

I did, not so long and discovered, ‘people can’t be really defined” with whole sort of multidimensional, complex, complicated build up ideas, feeling’s, instinct founded with every bit bricks on the body and  in heart.

Growing up in my eye

I wish to photograph all the troubles that come by the journey of life, so there by I could edit all the stories like the novelist, like a mason where I can dressed the wall with all my styles of variety of stones, like the chef where I can cook the dishes of my taste so that it becomes the sum of all the parts that people usually call “beauty and perfect” like the beautiful rainbow in the light rain. 

Right at this moment, seriously I don’t know what I am doing right now, I don’t know what I want to do, and what I am suppose to do but still I am awake like an insomniac. I am right here as always sitting on my old chair, with the laptop on the desk with the flooded thoughts on; ‘what really is the purpose of life?’ in fact there must be hell lot of reasons but there is no single thing that I could really get it.

Searching, fighting and  trying to live a life that is given to us,  everyone struggles through the series of battles and most people whenever they saw a person battling irrespective of the blood relations, either the first or last word would be “that’s a life” “this is a life” “this is a how it works” and indeed for a few time’s I did use it to few, but lately I found it’s a little strange, because it’s never easy to adjust with whatever life throw upon us when sometime it’s off the shoulder, that’s why the war become worst  and suffered pain has lots of wounds with the thousands of story to tell.

When I was a kid living under the shell of lovely mom and dad, I use to think everything is just wonderful, life filled with joys and wonders, because all problems was solved before it comes to me, everything I wish was granted and it was one of those beautiful moments of life. I really do cherish always and sometime’s when the sky gets rough, I just wish to get back to those days and never want to grow because even if growing up physically is easy,  growing up with the life that throws upon is never easy as it use to be.  I don’t know if I am doing the right thing that I wanted to do for the best of my life, best of my loved ones and to the country that I have to serve, as usually I found myself getting lonelier each days inside, the works that I have to do is most of the time forgotten and sometimes I don’t know what I am potent of?  Seriously, sometimes I feel like I am forgetting to live the life, the purpose of life and my works.  I don’t know if you all feel the same but there’re sometime’s a certain stage where your day starts and end’s without doing nothing, totally doing nothing at all.

 The time in life keep slipping by yet I didn't discovered what I really wanted to be? Though by my profession that I am taking, I would be a pharmacist, but again I wonder, if it would be the best of me that I love, because “being in love” with everything is the true solution to every obstacles. Sometimes I am afraid if the life is always in this way, because what I witness in life is, so many people struggles doing work, struggle battling each day trying to survive and haven’t seen one doing work with love and will , though at the end survival is must. This is the point when I come to compare the same thing with them, because thousandths face a battle not just because they are forced too, but due to the choices and will, the affection and chemistry in whatever we do. I think if there is a will and love, everything becomes fairer or my whole of build up thought’s. But if it’s my build up thought’s I wonder sometime’s why sometime’s day ended doing nothing, though there is hell lot to shoulder.

a question of "Do i really have the enough experience or acquire the thing that i need what i am doing? and if i am fueling to grow bigger? worries me each night, yet i couldn't do any better. 

 It doesn't ends, until we keep it.

The open cycle, but endless,
I walked this road knowing i will be some day there,some where undeniably better.
But whole thing keeps following up an another steps.
I know a desk some where is waiting for me,
But didn't know until now that, that desk will naturally follows up to other.
Generally the story is; cycle is endless.

Experiences and how really i feel being in love? 

1. What is the most single experience being in love?
- Being love is something undefinable, something huge and like you have seen a light only after century.
Being in love and be loved is totally special, spiritually blessed and the reasons of happiness that you have struggled each single minute in numerous days.  The experience of being in love is, i always find a reason, an energy when ever  i am in deficit to live to fullest. Love is magical.

2. What is the greatest battleship in "a war of love" that ultimately turns to make you believe, life is beautiful? 
- Out of hundred and one, one biggest battle ship is being far away " a distance".
Being far away from love, getting haunted with each single conversation, touches of kisses and soft hugs, crazy stuffs that i do with my lady is the biggest war. When all those memories come flooding with conditioned, being unable to touch and feel becomes the greatest suffering. In fact, all those turns to a beautiful reason where it clearly gave me message , it's a stepping stone for the glory for a time to come. all we need is patience.

3. It's true that in every relation , sometime's there comes a storm and lightening, how do you react and what you do?
- It's an undeniable truth, the truth that will never die.
Yeah, it happens sometime where all those situation exhilarate your breath, heart beating arrhythmically, and suddenly when full heart comes to your mouth leaving you speechless, not knowing what exactly to say.
How i react is, yeah at certain i turn so hot, where all those lovely, emotional feeling comes as an anger, but i control, controlled in such way that i don't even speak the commonest slang that we speak when we are angry, and would remember, recollect all those seconds, minutes, hour, days, weeks, month and years that took time to grow so attached inconsiderable of the natural feeling of love, there by i negotiate with the same feeling of love, care, and joy which is just powerful to melt down everything to calm and peaceful.
"imperfection is totally beautiful indeed."

4.What is the craziest memories within your boundary of love?
- huh, :) there is hell lot, lot and more than anything. But i would probably avoid speaking private for now.
Alright, the craziest memories are, in short;
When i make her run and chase doing all those crazy stupid little things,
When i carry her and feel those soft drum beats of heart on my back,
When i couldn't hear her faint, low recorded voices in the messenger clearly and suddenly when i put into woofer and listening again and again each bit of words.
When i do all those stupid little thing like addressing and make her sing.
When there is love, we become younger than a child, happy than the happiest. that's the power of "love"

5.When do you realize , when love is not just a attachment, but beyond the actual meaning?
- Every conversation that we made all along irrespective of topics, and when she share every day to day activities, problems  expecting me to give suggestion, expecting me to help her find solution and generally when she finds me out as a skeleton for the body i realized that love is bigger.
Secondly, every 4 months when i get to meet her, looking into her eyes, kissing and hugging her softly getting long lost,  the actual heaven just picture right in front of my eyes and that feeling is just huge beyond compass of boundary.

6. When did you fall in love and into relationship?
-I met thousand girls, girls with different types of intellect and socialization and yeah i have been in relationship with few, but the truth is i have never felt like what i use to feel now.  Those feeling's were all raw and plain, just like a child's love , must be as a teenage love, that's why i don't even remember when and how i got into all those stories.
I have an another story, story of innocent and simple love, where i fall into her but the most unbelievable thing was none of us initiate like the usual love story where they begin. Just that every single minute we chat and broke into laughter suddenly makes me feel way different- basically a warm and touched. I don't know how i fall into her, but i am sure i did and still does when i see her beautiful face, those aphrodisiac smile, those cute little eye, and generally all with the whole of parts, but in the beginning i have avoided disclosing my feeling, not that i wasn't confident but i thought it would probably look like i was flirting with her, which i don't want her to think that way ever.
But with the time, as i have always thought "love starts with all those simple discovery of willingness and joy" Not only me, Not only her, we both fell into love and i still can't describe how that night was big to me.  I felt happy, complete more than the perfect piece.
That was 13th January, 2013 where i fell into love with my innocent beautiful lady.

7. What do you aspire for now and future?
-I Always want her to know that;
To have a girl friend like her who cares, love me in the most special way and who is always there when i am in need is really a big. i just can't describe.
A message to her;
Every time i need you,
Every time i just need you to be safe and well protected when i am far,
Every time i need you to know "you're beautiful and totally sexy, i just love you so much.
and yeah i loved you, will love you and wanna die old with you.