Blues…

Another year has gone by… so fast… as I sit back and stare at the wall clock, I realize that in a few hours, at precisely twelve minutes past midnight, I shall be a year older. To me, it has been yet another year. Typically full of fun, with my friends, and sometimes with my family as well…

I look back at a year of mixed emotions, and find that it has been that typical year indeed. It has been more delightful than I could have hoped for a year back. I see someone following in my path. I am delighted she has chosen to follow me, yet I am scared that she might also traverse my mistakes. A lost treasure also saddens me immensely; a friend who I hope will come back to my side soon. Goals conquered and success in an unknown field has added to the happiness that the year has given me. A year of ups and downs, ecstasy and heartbreak, highs and lows & whatever other yin yang possibilities are there I think. The year has made me search. Search in myself, to find out more of who I am and who I want me to be. Incessant rambler that I am, I seem to be able to write my thoughts whenever I want to. I seem to be a great judge of friends, as so far I am in company of true angels with no devilishness inside them. Maturity isn’t one of my strengths I see, for I can act very childish at times. Stubborn yet easy going; I am thrilled at the prospect of something new to do. I feel like travelling the world yet I prefer home. I don’t know what lies ahead of me, yet am intrigued by the unknown.
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I’ll stop now… don’t want to bore you guys with my ramblings…

Well… another year gone and another year to look forward to. Hope I can make it through the year…
Countdown to the time begins… No big celebrations and all… actually I can’t even scream even if I want to… I am in bed with the flu, and no voice…
Sigh… oh well, I never have had perfect birthdays anyways…

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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