I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame

He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came

And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.


Les Miserable lyrics, now ringing in my ears. Sharp, and shrieking voice of Idina Menzel and Lea Michelle, describing me in their melodious voice. But all of a sudden, these hurt me!!

There are times when you think things can never go wrong. And even if they do, you have the touch of Midas. You can turn tables. Live what you dreamed of, coz comes one person in your life, whi makes you feel what you are worth! What your potentials are, what good things you have in you.

But at the end of the day, you realise, Midas was ust some Greek story, it is not reality, and will never be. You are human after all. You can't do anything, but follow what destiny has in store for you. You realise that you cannot turn tables, but they instead will turn you.

So much, that you lose yourself, you lose hope, you lose faith, you are so down that you can never get up. Your dreams crash, you keep falling under the extreme deep pithole. A never ending one. You don't know where you are, you don't know where you are going, where life is taking you along. You just follow the path which you can see right in front of you.

I don't know where I am, I don't know where I am about to go, what life has in store for me. But all I am is one with nothing in me.

I am going through a change. A complete one. Totally something which is off me, which is not me. And the worst part is I cannot stop it by myself!!

But in the end, the one who has made the deepest and darkest and sweetest memories, will always and forever will remain a hero for you. You cannot stop being with them. Coz the memories on which you smiled once, which made your day, haunts you every second of your life.

You cannot sleep, you cannot eat, you cannot think, you cannot talk. All you have is one blog and few words in english which falls short too.

These are few feelings which are left unsaid. Unspoken, unheard. And maybe you can never will.

NEVER!!