birthdays , anniversaries, festivals
some how they lost meaning for me
except birthdays I can say,
specially mine , if it is a memorable day.
But there are some other dates,
I celebrate with all my heart,
I love to cherish and live those hours
when we met , when we loved,
when we fought and later kissed,
when I proposed, when you finally did too,
when we were engaged, and officially “we”
when we celebrated these days,
even if I had to remind you the dates;
These are my favorite celebrations
and they led us here today –
a wedding in three weeks,
a life time of dates to note and make special.
I leave office.
and like every other office going person, I feel so relaxed. All I want is to call my boyfriend or sometimes mom and talk about how my “day” was. But there is rarely any friend awake to talk at this hour.
Yes , I talk to them after waking up around noon. But I can not explain this itch to hear some loved one after work.
Maybe this will become a major reason I am thinking of a change.
( Infact I am typing this post while travelling back from office )
I am woken up by the love birds outside my room’s window. My house has new guests ( they are a part of the house I guess by now)- a pigeon couple. Which I must add are building their nest on top of AC. Needless to say, they mess the whole balcony but neither me nor roomie want to disturb their home. We have even thought of feeding them a bit now and then.
( Did you know pigeons have a strong sense of direction ? Their brain cells can gauge earth’s magnetism which help them track paths. Plus they pair for life unless one partner dies)
I am ready and waiting for the cab to pick me from home for office. And I thank god(s) that another day of the week is over. I also hope and wish my time at work be well spent and I keep myself out of petty politics and uselessness of some people around me. Weekend where are you !!
Oh, before that .. Where the hell is cab ??
*Picks my novel and goes reading*
That’s all new to report.
Lot of observations more.
Also Linked to Alphabe Thursday – L
Kuch aisa bana mujhe tu apna ki begaani duniya se ho jaaun ..
[ Make me yours in a way that am alienated from the rest of the world.. ]
Wrote this line inspired by some text i got last evening. And as I sat and read it again, I had the following lines to add :
In search of him
I roam no where
but my heart
lives in the eyes
faceless being invades
the city of pleasures
and stabs me
with the wait;
to witness reality
however harsh it is
but mine to just live,
his to claim a right
and ours to shape it new.
to me,is his world
haunting my cold days
with darkness of the night;
out of the sweet nothings
we never could exchange ..
Prompted @ OSI , Sunday scribblings
submitted to Poets Rally week 50