Blossoming irritation

The next time I receive a useless bouquet of pretty flowers that last no more than a fly's life, I swear the one who presents them is going home hungry. the fixation that people have with giving out flowers is beyond me. Gifts on special occasions are supposed to be cherished forever, or atleast a few years/months. What's the use of a gift that will become rat feed 3 days later.Or if the flowers are lucky, they will become manure and help their extended family expand.

I guess people who give flowers as gifts are the laziest people on the face of this planet. And when I say lazy,it includes both mind and body. For starters, they are lazy enough not to think of the perfect gift for the person sponsoring their food and wine for the evening. Secondly, if some manage to overcome this mind boggling question that has eluded the most brilliant of minds over the years, they won't bother lifting their sorry arse to get that prized possession.

Don't people notice the hatred and curses dripping from the receiver's eyes while he/she happily accept a burden they can easliy do without on a joyous day? And the worst part is that 90% of our relatives/ffriends belong to this breed of flower gifting people. No matter how good looking the flowers are, you can't stuff all of them in your home. imagine going for a dump in the morning only to be bothered by a lily tickling your crack.I mean after a point one runs out of space.

I guess now you have a fairly good idea of what not to bring on my birthday or else you go hungry(refer to the first line in case you got lost in between my rumbling)

Nothing will forever last

To live for a second,
to die in another,
the time in between,
lasts forvere.

You live for a lifetime,
put everything at stake,
when you have shambles to yourself,
you realize - I should've been long awake.

To hate for a moment,
can destroy two worlds,
was it justified,
the thought still lurks.

You Cherish the old time,
and it makes us weak,
don't remmeber them,
makes them bleak.

you die for a lifetime,
erasing your past,
don't cling on to me my love,
nothing will forever last...

LEST WE FORGET

The plane that took off never landed,
so cruel was the blow of fate,
wiped off a generation never to be born again,
their play was a spectacle to behold,
as the brave eight now play with god,
Fifty years since that cold fateful day,
eyes are moist, tears forvever stay

Road I took

A long road beckons my steps,
some voices fuel my reluctance to tread forward.
The sounds are selish and malicious,
beseeching me to probe the unknown,
for a cause they know themselves.

I cry, I shout , I plead,
but the cruelty of the hands that push pay no heed,
I don't look back, accepting my fate,
coz my destiny awaits, on the treachorous road I take.

Living my blog

Low work pressure makes you do all kinds of fun things. But, the fun things end after some time when they aren't fun anymore. That's the time your mind starts exploring all the untouched and useless corners that have never been visited before. Recently, on such a trip my mind stumbled upon a weird theory - I am living my blog. I discovered to my schock, the uncanny resemblence that my blog shares with my life.

For instance after its creation my blog was lying idle, being wasted just like my life. I would call my life a waste in the initial years for the simple reason that I never did things I wanted to. I never realised that missing out on the things I cherished would leave a scar so deep that it will hurt forever. Regrets can leave even the most intrepid of souls wailing like a kid.

Moving on I decided to do something with my life. Do something that held some meaning to me. Something I wanted to do. Had had enough of people guiding me for 'my betteerment'. So I picked up advertising. Just as I finally decided to paint my blog with my thoughts ( life is sometimes all about sick cliches).

Then came a time when after a strong gush of youthful exuberance and the tireless writing on my blog, I was left with a blogger's block. Ditto was happening with my life. A nice but short period of time was quickly over and I was left with nothing but vaccum.

Currently my life and blog are walkin hand in hand. I am trying hard to look for topics to write ( you would have got it by now, didn't you?) at the same time looking at my life from a distance, trying to look beyond the present and workinghard to make something out of it...