Skip to main content

Posts

Showing posts from November, 2019

Do you?

How much do you know me? Do you know what colours I like? Do you know my favourite people? Do you know where I have been lately? Do you know anything about me? My friend. Do you know my friends? Do you know of my family? Do you know why I am sad? And when I am happy? Do you know anything about me? My friend. Do you know why I cried last? Why I almost didn't? Do you know whom I cherish and why I do? Do  you know what brings a smile to me? My friend. Today you want me to share the past Today you say you want to be there But today I don't care for you like I once did and today you were my distant yesterday You are a picture I smile at, a thought that comes and goes For other people came and stayed Like they meant it all the way

A picture (*video*) speaks a thousand words

A dear friend made a video for me several years ago with a lot of friends and family wishing me for my birthday. Somehow I had thought of it recently while talking to a friend. And she asked to see it. In the process, I opened it after a long time. I could not get myself to watch it fully. While the thought of the video makes me happy, the content itself makes me feel mixed emotions. It makes me realise how much time has passed since then and how much life has changed (and not changed). I am not in touch with most friends in the video. Two friends, no matter how hard I try, because of the role they played once in my life...aren't an active part of my life anymore. One because I guess we were never truly steadfast friends. And one because she is going through too many things in her life, at least she is in touch with me and that is enough for now. And then the other two seniors, I used to sincerely wish them for their birthdays, I stopped maybe around seven years later? I still t...
You are a page of poetry in my book of life Cryptic, puzzling but pleasing Written with delight  You are a page of poetry in the book of my life You have no rhyme or rhythm but are metred just right The words you make up are kind and filled with might Oh dear, the poetry of my life While you are just a page in my life song, this single page of poetry and has brought the flow along A single page of poetry, how does that change your life? It puts a break to the craziness and sorrow of life. Till this page, pages turned Lifelessly and dull, and this page of poetry in turn Turned around my world It did not bring flair nor drama or despair It just brought about some pleasant thoughts