To know
And make strangers
Friends.


To laugh
And make memories
That will sting someday.


To love
Like there is
Forever.


To dream
And see a dream
Crash.


To live to see a friend not make it as far.


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This is for my friend Flight Lieutenant Sreejith Maloor.  For all the laughter we shared. For the "Eurotrip" we wont have.
I hope it was over before you realised it.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/indiahome/indianews/article-2196002/MI-17s-Horror-midair-crash-Gujarat-kills-IAF-pilots-crew-board.html?ito=feeds-newsxml

Responsibility.

the blank page
the smell of rain
the tight hug
that just got tighter

undisturbed sleep
happy dreams
unclocked days
and some happy sleeplessness.

the carefree laughter
the re-ignited passion
the promise to live stronger
and be insanely happy. Forever.

Seventeen.

As I pack my life into two suitcases,
I realize I pack my biggest nightmare in.
One of loneliness on some strange shore,
Away from the warmth of a lovely home.

Born and bred on hugs and kisses
Some pampering
And many I-love-you-toos.
Born, into a family of emotional fools.


I have a dream,
And if this be its price,
Then I'm gonna have to pay
So I'd rather do it with a smile.


So I wipe the tear, burn my fears
As I remind myself, I'm the first name
And not just the last.
I pick myself up: self, centre, et al.

Once the newness wears out,
And all tears have been shed,
I shall have that tryst with myself,
And finally learn to know
The mask from the face.