Ink on the Paper

A feeling for all the lovely people around me today For all my friends, family and those who may For everyone who has touched my heart, my head Remember this little thing I once said.   I remember the times we spent together I know we enjoyed them, no ifs no whethers But I don't remember when we said those words A last goodbye I never heard. I remember the times we fought each other I remember the times we were like brothers But if you gave it to me, I would have never forgot A last goodbye I never got. I remember the times we were just silent The silence in itself, a revealing asylum But even the silence did not make me ready for it A last goodbye we never did. I remember the times we said 'forever yo' I remember how we said we would never grow No one can understand the paths we paved But a last goodbye I always craved. I remember the times you were there for me I remember the things I did for thee A credit account with an overdose With a last goodbye never clo...

         I have a brother . He is t he elder one of us two. About 3 years older. The one thing I have felt about my brother time and again, and with much frustration at times, is that he always seemed that much elder , that much wiser to me, from the time I can remember him. Whenever he is around, I turn into the mischievous little boy I once was. Looking at photos old enough to render him 'small' to one's eyes brings in a very unnatural and funny feeling. I just cannot portray a younger version of my brother. It sucks. Big time!! (This pic is taken from: www.gifstache.com )          An elder brother is like a rock you see turning into a diamond right in front of your eyes. And you take the cue from it. You look up to him in various aspects of your life. You are guided by him all the way, with whatever little inputs he can provide you with. He always has something to say. He is someone who pushes y...