I miss the times when our hands alone could complete our hearts, the times your fingers fit perfectly into mine.

The times that seem so far away, the times from a timeline that I can no longer put together even with both of my hands.

"We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
And times are forever frozen still"

- Ed Sheeran, Photograph


I wished for so many things for you and nothing sums up those wishes better than this song by Benjamin Francis Leftwich

"I could live in a different place
With a different house and a different name
I could sing you your favourite song
Yeah, you'd sing along, you'd sing along

I could wrap you in your favourite clothes
And kiss your face just so you know
That I'm the one who has got your back
Now turn around and don't be sad

I hope you find the love that's true
So the morning light can shine on you
I hope you find what you're looking for
So your heart is warm for ever more"



Don't close your eyes
I wouldn't know where to look

Don't lose your smile
I wouldn't know where to find my happiness

Don't stop breathing
I wouldn't know what to cling to

Don't stop dreaming
I wouldn't know where to put my bets

Don't stop loving
I wouldn't know why I'm here

Don't ever leave
I'd have no home to run to

That was all I ever asked for...

“I've come to realize there's a world of difference between knowing something happened, even knowing why it happened, and believing it.” 
 Gayle Forman, Where She Went



The place that sells dreams,
bought our reality.
I grew up with you,
But I'm growing old without you

You and I still collide,
and yet we never meet.
My heart is empty with love
But my mind is filled with memories.

I'm your mess,
you're my misery.
I find your arms in my desolation
and a humbling loss in my ovation

And although I want to die for you,
I'm afraid that I won't live for you.
If I let you go,
will you still stay?
The day I found you,
was the day I truly lost you.

PS: This is an ode to 16 Jan, 2008



We'd turn flying kisses into airplanes,
that'd cross continents braving the storms of hatred to deliver packages of love.
We'd co-pilot our passengers across frozen sands and melting ice fields
and co-author our destinies on air bridges of dreams.
Until the cargo of memories became too heavy to bear and the fuel ran out.
Until we flew right into a city with skyscrapers one too many, too bright to see reality
We crashed into each other, bursting into flames that burnt all shades of purple;
Burning hearts fell like shooting stars but broke into a million fireflies.
And although we never reached our destination, the world saw magic on the horizon.

Since then I've sent my love up in the sky to a thousand airplanes,
dropping coins in a wishing well, wishing you were a passenger in one of them
so that you could feel what I'm not allowed to say anymore,
but want you to hear all the same.
The wreckage of love lies trapped in these glass windows.
I still try to break them with my gaze because when they shatter,
I'll build my art of redemption from every small piece that still reflects your face.

-Written at the Howard Beach AirTrain station, JFK Airport, New York City

Shane Koyczan says,
"It is not enough to bury what hurts us;
We must eulogize it.
Lay flowers upon the headstone and remember that we once quested to understand it
We smile when we satisfy ourselves with knowing why
Or haunt ourselves with never knowing"


The Gravity of Love

grav·i·ty  (grv-t)
1. Physics
a. The natural force of attraction exerted by a celestial body, such as Earth, upon objects at or near its surface, tending to draw them toward the center of the body.
b. The natural force of attraction between any two massive bodies, which is directly proportional to the product of their masses and inversely proportional to the square of the distance between them.

We fell from a height
You, a broken thread and I, a kite
On the moon or the stars, together we'd fall
Guided by gravity and nothing else to stall

We fell on earth
It was us against the world
You fell first, you fell in love
As I was ripped apart by gravity and the wind
in different directions,  blinded by the din

The din of kids who picked you up and took you away
while others chased me in earnest anticipation
As gravity fought the wind and I floated for the rest of the day
Time  cut our ties into pieces in inverse proportion
of the square of the distance

By the time I fell ,  I fell in love
straight into what seemed like a big black hole
A place of infinite gravity where someone once told me, time stops altogether
I laughed at the irony of destiny's die-roll
Wouldn't that be the perfect place to love you, for ever and ever?


Fourteen years. 25 top ten singles. 45 million records worldwide.
A band. A phenomenon. A dream.


A band who's last song is called "Beautiful World"

This is the full episode of "Westlife- for the last time" which aired last year and takes you through a journey of the 14 years the band ruled the world

A lot of things have changed around me since 2000, the year when I bought my first westlife audio cassette after going ga-ga over "My Love". I have changed, the world has changed, people have changed. Yet, Westlife's been a constant, the only constant I've ever had in my ever-changing life. I've yet to come to terms with the fact that this will all change when the leaves start to fall this year. The most powerful force against all the senseless music that's made today is taking its last breaths.

WESTLIFE will live on, in my heart and soul. What'll die is a dream, one that I've seen so many times now - watching them live in Ireland. I've probably had this dream since far longer than I've had any other - about 10 years now. And now, all of a sudden, when its the least possible for me to make it happen, its coming crashing down. If only I could afford to fly to London and watch them this spring, I could die in peace. Dammit, why am i so poor. :(

As much as I'd like to be angry, I cherish the music thats carried me through all these years and will stay with me forever. The magical voices and the words of wisdom have kept me human in the craziest of times. In a world which does not respect love anymore, the lads have been indomitable symbols of love. They stand for all the good things we're beginning to lose. They're great human beings as well. With all that success, they're still as humble as they always were. The childlike wonder in their eyes whenever they perform in front of big crowds is adorable. They put in so much passion into their performances that every penny spent on their concerts is worth it. I don't know how people could possibly cheer those hardcore rock artists who hardly give a damn about the audience, are always stoned and sing behind layers of unkempt hair on their faces. Westlife are for real and the constant smiles on their faces even when they're panting just lifts your spirits. They respect their music, their success, and most importantly, each other.

Its sad to let them go. Yet, its humbling to realize the kind of heart-wrenching sacrifice that must've accompanied a life changing decision. To grow up to be a men who can give up a dream, a career for their families is something that takes immense courage. Ending on a high note perhaps looks easy, but isn't so when you don;t know how higher you could go, or where you'd go when you leave the only thing you've ever done in your life. Thats why, I respect these guys even more now. They continue to inspire me to be a better person everyday, and teach the world how to live, love, be successful in one's career and yet be successful fathers and husbands. I can only aspire to be like them.

Thank you Shane, Mark, Nicky, Kian and Brian for being WESTLIFE and for filling up this crazy world with so much beauty. I wish you guys all the best as you embark on your final journey as a band - The Farewell tour. I will continue to believe that you'll be back one day, and that my dream will finally come true!

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