Friday, July 18, 2008
I hope this post does not come as a surprise to anyone who is reading it…. I will keep it short and simple….
Everything ends, especially at the end. Four years gone by. After a belief of 22 years, that I could write, and with people I don’t even remember today who helped me believe it, I blogged for the first time just because they believed
During these four years, my life has seems numerous ups and numerous downs, more downs than ups, just a proof of how human I am. Things have changed so much. There is hardly anything that has stayed with me all these four years. Companies changed, colleges changed, vehicles I drive changed, clothes that I wear, people I meet everyday changed, my beliefs changed, everything….
And Above all I also lost so many important people in my life, one by one, pulled out painfully from my life; a feeling pretty much like applying antiseptic to a wound. I can’t afford to lose one more person in my life, none. And it’s a promise that I have made to myself, but I know I am very close to bidding goodbye no matter what fancy trick I try or valiant efforts I make. The unparalleled pain not only sucks out energy from my body but also makes me a thinker, a philosopher out of me. And this is one of the prime reasons I think of my blog as my life line, as it is about the only thing that has stayed for me throughout. So today when I am saying I am closing down this blog, it is more like killing someone who has loyally been by my side through out. Then why kill it???? Why choose to be a orphan, a loner??
There are many reasons, many ifs and many buts, but the bottom line is…… Its time to bid goodbye….Goodbye……
Like the famous song says……….. “Everything I love, goes away in the end…… “
Dhimrock……17/07/08…Never felt so proud before… and Never felt so lone before…
A philosopher….a writer…a blogger…a killer….an entertainer….and Incredibly Moronic !!!!!
Writing is my passion and I will stay by it…….
Thursday, July 17, 2008
The melody sweet, steps I cant ignore,
Words loose, the grip's holding tight,
Moments pass, hours flyby, feet still moving....
A thought too big, worries too many,
Worries so selfless, yet so full for self,
Hanging by the moment, yet so ready for life,
Choosing never to lose affection...
A power to believe, and argue to stand by it,
And along take people all the way,
She always tells me why she is right,
But she wouldn't say, why she had to fight...
In My life, I am looking through you...
She knows for good, which words go together,
And she knows better if worlds go together,
She always tells me where she had to go,
But she wouldn't ever say why she had to go...
It is a pleasure to know some people, and it is an honour to meet some others,
but there are times when you realize, it is an absolute privilege to fight with a person...it may not be rewarding or fun, but it is definitely something that you remember forever !!!
Sunday, July 06, 2008
With everything in place as it should
And everything dirty or neat.
I see it in simple reflection
Until times have changed it to be
A house with a memory; it’s more than a house
It once was home to me.
I’d give so much to live again
In that house when it was mine.
Then it knew our laughter and tears,
With its memory just begun.
I was unwise to have left it, I know.
All I got for my pains
Was a heap of things I thought worthwhile
And a desire to be back again.
It might be made home again, who knows?
I watch the moonlight slant through a tree,
And know that old room was more than a house.
It was once home to me