Slumped not slayed
Hope’s distant dream
That tiny spark’s
Still alive in me…
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“After all your avowals of friendship; it hurts me sore when you hide it all.
A declaration to those few ‘friends’ who have noticed a change in me or bothered to ask whats’ wrong/right.
I’m tired of being the optional backup friend. I’m tired of waiting to be acknowledged & affirmed. I have been silly. I have been naive. Now I choose to be cynically wise. I choose to hold back. I choose to not share.
Like I said earlier, it hurts me sore when I get to know about you through others. You never did tell me what u have voluntarily told your other friends. And then I realise yet again how completely impractical my expectations are- in this day & generation. Yes, even among so called believers.
I am tired of being hurt. To guard ones heart and be lonely is a better option than to be bruised by false words and promises.
I guess that’s all I have to say for now.
The lights they shine
As the darkness steps aside “
Many friends asked me why I started this blog. A simple reason I wanted to. I have almost always wanted to share my thoughts/feelings. Though never actually found anybody to trust them all with. Why the contradictory name you may ask? Well, that’s coz its me! The day dreamer who brings me back to hard reality. Yes, the whimsical – realist.
Now my thoughts and questions, feelings and poems – are mainly encapsulated in this blog. Its like a stranger with whom I’ve seemed to click. Someone whom I don’t quite know but somehow know. The technicalities discourage me but never quite bog me down. The ‘to-n-fro’ communication seem missing, but the “communication” seems slightly heartening. Ah! At least I have taken a step… Maybe now I’ll try to keep a track of my questions and thoughts.
Did it rain? Did it pour?
Did the skies tonight roar?
Was I immune? Seemed it mundane?
When tonight the summer squall called
It simmered, it roared
Thundering with-out called
Lightning struck, temperatures dropped
When tonight, the summer skies knocked