:: Blahs-phemy ::

Another celebration It’s strange the worlds occupied With activities that live and die Tension and stress now decide The worth of our own line Blinded by the media Into a marionette couple In this world of hysteria Days eclipses people A day for grandparents Or for the beloved Sister Brother and parents Or the ones dreamt and loved Finding reasons to celebrate And mounting value of such days We Overlook and decorate These pompous special days But now we are, Blinded by the media Into a marionette couple In this world of hysteria Where days eclipses people. I really dont understand celebrating and dedicating just one day to a person that probably means the most to you. Cheers to all folks who do!!~ **HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY** *smiles*

Had written this when I felt like its been ages since I smiled. Just thought of a few things I like.. a few things I appreciate and a few observations that makes my mind smile and felt like penning them down.. it doesnt take much to be happy! :-) How often do we observe, Idyllic green curves. Magnificence of nature, Weird creatures. Our panoramic view Makes us feel we have but few Often we forget, Our minds happy even by a miniscule! Fragrance of fresh flowers, Aroma after morning showers, Smell of the wet ground, Listening to the heart beats pound. A pup struggling to climb a step, Or searching a bead in a room unkempt, An ant trying to find its way, On tiles that all look the same. Looking for a friend in utter mayhem, Or walking with them in complete rhythm, Singing favorite songs together, Or humming tunes totally muddled. Though not a shriek of joy, The soul’s gratified. Happiness is something one discovers, With time that passes by.

POETRY I am not just a simile. Or like a metaphor should be. I’m not just a few alliterations, Or Rhythmic rhyming confessions! I am divine, I am profound, Thought emotions and sound. It aint strange you relate to me, It’s the common man that jots me down. When I’m given human quality, You say I’m personified. Do human have qualities, That it’s worth being dignified!? Thy Lord wrote blank verse, Hardly people understand. The jingles are way much fun, Aint it fun to rhyme? Everybody’s a poet, There’s a speck of my element in all. That is why when you rhyme by mistake, “we dint even know it” comes along! All you need is an experience, And a heart to pen one down. I’m just a cluster of words, Dispersed to make some sound!

BLINK After the course of discovering my own self, I know what I want at last! But then my heart prompts me, The glimpses of the past. My thoughts create a melody, That leads one into song. And then we sing together And call it our own. My hearts kinda stuck somewhere, Though it beats the same. I wonder how things would be, If it remained unchanged. My mind is full of images, Memories from the past. Even though moved on in life, Those feelings seem to last. But now I know what I want, what I do and how I act. My spirits reaching out for the stars, Dealing the world with mere tact! I dream a million dream, If only one come true I pray to thee, Is to live my life my way, My way, my style, live it just as me.

I sit alone and wonder about the things that makes me ponder 'bout the people from whom I learn how to remain calm and tactiturn 'bout what makes me sensitive and mime and the hardest nut at the same time 'bout what I believe, dream and seek for something, that gives me hope and faith, even though the chances are bleak 'bout feelings that should remain deep inside which wont be given much importance if let outside 'bout love and its consequences its distance, boundaries and fences 'bout giving up and letting go neglecting the feelings that would make me low or 'bout fighting for what might have a chance for it to flourish and enhance And about what makes me different Different, from infinite souls that fret Different, in some way that makes me proud Different, from being a dot in the crowd.