24 and 'not so strong'?

Well, its been ages. I know. What they say is true. You lose the initially gained interest on anything after a while. We are humans, arent we? We get bored of things so easily. Let me tell you. Blogging AKA writing has never failed to interest me. But that right time need to click. It took me a couple of months (since my last blog post) to get clicked!

Sitting joblessley with my TV on, and pondering on why these people cannot show some good flicks, you might by now know how bored I'am currently. But wait, its 19th November 11. 30 p.m now. In like half an hour, I shall turn 24! Yes yes, its my birthday. Gone are those days when i used to sleeplessly stay awake with a flush of joy wondering about the attention I shall get on my birthday at school- from friends, teachers, acquaintances....

I feel old. I know I know, I'am too young to be old. Life has more in store for me. Worser lessons await. Meaner people are waiting down the lane. But everything seems so bllaaaahh now. I feel 'friends' are fake. Real people dont exist. Am I showering too much of negativity on my birth-day.

*consoling*- you were born this day. How can u hate it! life being a human is soo good. So many things to do, people to meet, things to eat. So just sit back and enjoy this ride. God does not let everyone take this roller coaster ride!!!

So let me be the first one to wish ME MY birthday. Happy birthday love! live life to the fullest. Take things easy. Nothing aint your worries and tensions. And chuck people who think you arent worth them. They dont deserve you. Have a nice day! :)

Facebook-ed

So much has been said and discussed about Facebook. This virtual space has eaten up a considerable amount of our time already. But I (personally) think it's worth it. Not because you make random friends from across the globe. I'am against the concept of making friends through a social medium like FB. It must be cool or social or whatever. But I'am scared. The world is not such a nice sweet place, you know...

They say that FB has ruined the traditional methods of keeping in touch like sending letters, phone calls and stuff. Now don't you think that is something nice, cos' it helps you save quite a good fortune? People just need to write on each other's walls and send msgs for which you would get instant replies! Everyone logs into FB at least once a day. So any emergency, all you need to do is send a msg! Now, these are pretty decent advantages that I can think of.

Also, I prefer categorizing FB as the perfect recreational ground. You talk to your long lost friends (for hours and hours), discuss stuff with your colleagues, and interact with friends easily. Now, let me not get there. It might sound like reading an essay on the good and bad sides of FB. But anyways, too much of anything can cause harm. You need to know where to draw THE LINE.

At the doorstep of a beautiful world of letters

I've been interested in politics. I think maybe from my age of 15??I think. I've wanted to be a politician. Well, precisely a minister. Point to be noted. It's not the digging-into-common-man's-plate factor of politicians that has tantalized me. It's the eagerness to bring about a social cause that has fascinated me. I always knew I wouldn't end up being one. Then I wished to be a lawyer, which again was a strict no-no from amma. She said law is not a profession meant for women. Some lawyer relative of mine said that to her. Anyways, whatever. I'am a writer now. I'am happy. At least I'am doing what I like.

Mechanical writing or robotic jobs are not my cup of tea. I think it applies to every soul. I cannot be a machine 8 hours a day for handsome pay. I better sit home jobless looking at the thronging crowd of my city and vastness of skies from my balcony. Writing helps me unveil a side of me which I love exploring. I experiment. I chuckle. I laugh and tears fills my eyes when I type down what's on my mind. I love life for these small little things god gifted me. I wish my spirits soar high to write till my last breath, so that I can write.

A spill over of my judgement

I write cos'I cant think of a better option

to express my views and thoughts on white

is what I would want to do till I die......

Bonds that last a lifetime

Gone are those days
Days of laughter and innocence
Days when smile meant happiness
Fake was unknown
Everything was genuine
Time changes, so do we
But I wish I could go back to them
Be in their arms and feel their warmth.......
I wish..................

Flashback poetry

Poetry has been dripping through me since a while now. I've been eating, drinking, sleeping poetry since the last couple of days. And yes, Ive been driving poetry lately, i.e. I have been thinking things with rhyming words while driving my scooter and car. Good lord, help me with this last one. Take care of me. Amen.

10 years back
FLASHBACK:---------------------------------------------------------------

I remember how I used to tear pages from my Maths book (arrghh.. spelling M-A-T-H-S makes me wanna bang my head on this wall) to write poems. I tear the page. Write what I thought on a rose in my garden.

WHAT IS ON MY MIND NOW?!!----------------------->

My poems on roses and dogs were much appreciated by my grandmother- the lady who imbibed in me the love for all good things in the world. She taught me to loathe nothing, but love mother earth and her creations. Poetry, according to her was an outpour of beauty in things which YOUR naked eye captures. She asked me to pen down what I saw. Hence, I used English to convey my thoughts. I started loving the language, literature and everything about it. 'Ammu' I miss you. Thanks for teaching me to love life.

My star lit night tales

A moonlit night shares tales
Tales of glory and pride

I look up to see the rains like soldiers of a war
Ready to pour down once the chord strikes
I see the stars bright and strong like the martyr's wife
waiting for her spouse to seal her lips with his

The moon, a solomon
Who knows his kingdom shall hail
Queen of Queens, the breeze boasts
I determine his do's and dont's
Clouds, the Infanta
Who takes pride in daddy's might

A moonlit night shares tales
Tales of glory and pride.
The speck in the wind carries tales
Far from land unknown
The unseen squeaks and squeals of insects uncut
The night holds darkness too beautiful for words

Night I love you, you bring me dreams
Slumber is peace, peace that tranquilizes
Night I love you. Embrace me tight.