Words go crazy when we write them for a reason. Winter! Its Winter Time with the Cold breeze. Warm blanket made us freeze on bed beneath it. Already chilled by the time we realize. There is Lot more to do for the day. But the warmness still makes us feel Lazy. The drops of Fog fall on the leaves. Turning Nature to look rich. With the glittering pearls on the grass. Rare trace of Sun rays. Makes us peep for Warmth. Everyday seems to be the coldest day for the year.

AS MY HEARTS SEES IT! Sunday, April 25, 2010. HE IS MY LOVE! I got my hot cappuccino in my favorite mug and stood in my room balcony waiting my love to come. After the tiring day at work, the sight of my love makes me smile big and be happy about his presence in my life. Standing there waiting, memories flashed my heart. To me he was my best friend. But, i dont remember how and when did this friendship turn to love. Now, I am mad about him. The moon, is the love of my life! Writtten for Thursday Tales.

A discussion, echoing my thoughts about Pakistan. 2 Ejaz Haider from Pakistan.

Monday, April 27, 2009. WHY IS INDIA POOR? I wonder why there is much abundance in some countries, and poverty and deprivation in others such as India. Why is it that these countries are in position to help us? India was a country which lives united in spite of having different traditions, cultures and religions. Now about the story .

The land of dreams! J- Just a Moment! How a Hospital Duty looks like. Review Paul Brown Hawaii Stay Straight Anti-Frizz Smoothing Balm, 6. MEMORIES OF A WANDERING SOUL. An Open Letter to Army in Secunderabad Cantonment. Colors of My Soul Moved Permanently.

Trying to carve out the musings of the mind, which are forever trapped in the fog of feelings. On Friday 2 July 2010.

Saturday, August 28, 2010. Ounty of similar little people. Ighly populated nation around world. Nvariably special place for porcelain. Ow known for low quality. Rticles exported all over world. Saturday, August 28, 2010. Saturday, August 28, 2010. Saturday, August 28, 2010.

Nine years I have been in Blogsville, and over the time, my friends have christened me with nicknames. But having written under a pen-name for a long time, they call me by that name Leo. A bit of the real me, and a bit of the poet in me.

A collection of Messed up thoughts from a spotless mind. Friday, October 29, 2010. Just another day in my useless life,. A pleasant sunday morning,. Was walking through the same street wer i saw her first,. The day wen i was struck by her beauty,. I decided to open up my heart today,. I see her at a distance,. I slipped well may be her beauty made the floor slippery,. My heartrate surges as she nears me,.