And miles to go before i sleep

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there's some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
-Robert Frost

From the top of my head

Dil chahata hai.....

World should not change so often....
its difficult to hold on to the remaining threads..
While you look away you tend to miss something important.
I crave stability sometimes, but still am in love with the dynamics of my life.
balancing the past and the present can be pretty tiring but still i feel that moving ahead without these threads holding you can be very difficult.

Kabhi na beete chamkeele din........

Frustration, helplessness, anger, irritation can be easily controlled if the feelings could just be shared. Its impossible to emagine a scenario when i couldn't talk to my friends and share my thoughts. Its cheezy to say but friends really do anchor you to the truths of life.
Hum na rahen kabhi yaron ke bin.......