Scrabbles found in my diary.......
Among many other things, Im getting ready to move into my new flat....and I found some funny literary creations by the great ME....
I was tidying my trunk and I found couple of ol' diaries....
Feb 14 1998 (I guess i would have been in my VIII std ) The diary entry was dedicated to Aashray , it was his birthday and first one away from home....
The moon and Stars are
bright and far
Just like the distance in
our hearts
The sky seems so peaceful
I feel to pray
I pray to make it through
another day
The brightness in the moon
reminds me of your eyes
The twinkle in the stars
makes me want to wish upon
a star
Maybe together we can wish
upon that star
And that wish will grant
our hearts to shine bright
and far
here's another one.... I reckon there was a bitter fight with momy and I had penned
UNTITLED.....(yes thats the title)
Where am I going to empty my heaps of unshed tears?
When am I going to shatter all my hidden fears?
How long can I keep smiling, when I’m supposed to cry?
And I’m still living, I do not no the reason-why?
All these years, I have never felt needed,
Not even by the souls who have feeded,
This unfortunate ’me’ who has got nothing,
To give something or anything to take.
And with my mere existence, I commit another big mistake.
But God, I don’t have any regrets or promises,
Only a small request, I don’t want to live anymore in your beautiful premises.
Lols....
I realise how bad i was... I am at writing!
I was tidying my trunk and I found couple of ol' diaries....
Feb 14 1998 (I guess i would have been in my VIII std ) The diary entry was dedicated to Aashray , it was his birthday and first one away from home....
The moon and Stars are
bright and far
Just like the distance in
our hearts
The sky seems so peaceful
I feel to pray
I pray to make it through
another day
The brightness in the moon
reminds me of your eyes
The twinkle in the stars
makes me want to wish upon
a star
Maybe together we can wish
upon that star
And that wish will grant
our hearts to shine bright
and far
here's another one.... I reckon there was a bitter fight with momy and I had penned
UNTITLED.....(yes thats the title)
Where am I going to empty my heaps of unshed tears?
When am I going to shatter all my hidden fears?
How long can I keep smiling, when I’m supposed to cry?
And I’m still living, I do not no the reason-why?
All these years, I have never felt needed,
Not even by the souls who have feeded,
This unfortunate ’me’ who has got nothing,
To give something or anything to take.
And with my mere existence, I commit another big mistake.
But God, I don’t have any regrets or promises,
Only a small request, I don’t want to live anymore in your beautiful premises.
Lols....
I realise how bad i was... I am at writing!
posted by Simply Aish!!! @ 12:44 PM
2 Comments:
At 10:47 PM,
Speech is Golden said…
They weren't all tht bad. In fact if u wrote them when u were in VIII, they r quite amazing.
But forgive me for impertinence, if u were in eighth in 1998, how come u have ur own house in 2006 thts 8 years. 4 more in school, atleast 3 in college, even then u have had jus an year to earn enuf for a house. OMG! wat am i doing???
At 1:15 PM,
Simply Aish!!! said…
(Guffawing).....
Well yes I have only 14 months of work experience after 3 yrs of Bsc Software Systems , I did a one year PG Diploma in Industrial Relations and joined TCS!
Wish I was at a school...like you...
And coming to owning the house...ahem thats on a loan!
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