Twenty 4 - Hours!

I started writing a poem when i began then, i thought it doesnt make sense. I was frustrated and started wrting a para. Constant thoughts, about what i ask myself! Of situations I do not have a hold on. There is nothing i can do but i keep thinking of all the non-sense situations - EXPECTATIONS, this is the mother of all thoughts. I ask myself to keep the thinking shutter down because no matter what i think, i am still in the situation where my head has gone beyond the capacity to think and started writing. Wouldnt it have been simple if you could say anything, do anything? no one to convince? no one to judge you? Life would have been wonderful but we are at a big "NO" for an answer. Now, I am getting back to what i was not thinking. Adieu.

This is my first attempt to write a funny article, so, I shall begin with raising my glass to you. I wake up in the morning, let us say, the day of the week that we all love, Monday! I wake up with all groans in my head, after spending a wonderful weekend staying home or not! As I force myself out of the bed, try to brush my teeth like they may hurt, make myself a coffee. This ritual is done by my mum when I am home; it’s pretty much waking up then! The important thing, newspaper, simply cannot do without it, even if I don’t remember anything five minutes after reading it! Most of the days, I prepare my head for a “walk”, a regular 30-minute workout regime that I always wanted to follow but life always comes with alternatives, I live in a seven storey apartment, so, I actively walk up and down a couple of times and psychologically satisfy my mind that I have done my part of “active” living. After the “work out”, it’s usually “should I cook? Even worse “Should I eat?” It has been m

I sit down to write, and I think “I don’t know how to hold the pen anymore”. Gone are all those days, when we wrote with pen and paper! These days it is the laptop, mobile, or even disastrously, the ipad. It’s hard to believe that life has moved on, how the friends we knew are married, with children and grand children! When I cannot attend a party or a ceremony of my friend’s (forget birthdays), I send a text through, not to save money but to save myself from the awkwardness of apologizing face-to-face. At 25, I think my life has been eaten up by technology, imagine the ones that are not, those that don’t even know that papers are extinct at corporate organizations? While I am still trying to figure out, the exact position of the pen on my hand before it landed on a word document, I cannot recollect the last time I used an inland letter to friends to anyone for that matter! It used to be such a craze, I had pen pal who had the same name as mine. Life was good! But again the questi

I could start writing this like a sad story, when you left me and i never felt more lost! I try to understand all the truth, the lies, the fake reasons. There was nothing you did not do. Fooling around like a gurl with a candy. When i was with you, there was nothing more i asked the lord than asking you to go away. Deep inside, I have always known that you are not the one. Tragedy I call it, even when i knew everything, i didnt ask you why! Now, who is the biggest loser? The darkest days of my life lasted for three whole years. My young life was gone by looking into your eyes and trying to figure out, if at some point if you ever loved me. Should i have asked myself if i really like you? No i didnt.Until i saw you, saw us from the outside trying to learn what i was missing the whole time. I found that i was not missing you anymore, i miss my life, my friends, my family.Three years shadowed my loves! Someone i should have given attention to and not to your dumb jokes. Why was i even

Do you remember the last time you had a quarrel with your friend? Your love? Your family? Try and recollect what is the one thing you would fight about or try to defend yourself on? A lie? something you missed telling them, isnt that where the truth lies? A truth? that you shouldnt have told, because deep inside you know that it will not convince them. What would you choose if there were secrets deep in your heart, that you cant share; nothing can be made out of sharing for that matter. It wouldnt change anything if you shared it with a friend probably, she convinces you telling that life has many more challenges than this! "They will understand". What if your friend exclaims "What?!". Thats where your problem is.. when you friend denies your reason, shouts on your face to ask you "what you have done?!". When you are young, have you ever heard to your mother's worries? her tiresome days, when she asks you to take care a little bit by yourself. O

I did not think that I could write, About some feelings I cannot express. Many many days, I tried to tell you, All my love, that was right there. I pen down today, with tears, I realize it’s too late. You could have been here, To see your children grow; To see your wife's pride, To see how pampered mom is now. When you were right next to us, We feared to even speak. Today we yearn "If only he was here"! We console ourselves all the time, There is no point regretting. That you should rest in peace, And make heaven "Heavener". After ten years, we still hear you, In our thoughts; in our laughs. Every time mom says, "You are just like him". You live in us every day, With a brave heart, we will miss you always.