Just Another Monday

All the way to office, while I was trapped in traffic: my thoughts were galloping, into that unknown side of my own world. As usual, thinking and making up all those stories. Sometimes I am so scared, what if I start hating her? Probably thats what I eventually want to do.
Feel sad for her and sometimes for myself too. Anyway, she is living off happily and thats what I ever wanted. But sad thing is, that I sacrificed everyone’s happiness, including mine for her. Whats the point? I mean where I am going with that?

It’s been so messed up lately. It’s just lil more time, when I am healed again to be bruised once more next year. :-)

Never mind. Today I’ll probably be writing a poem in dedication to “Hiroshima” victims. I know, I am lil late, but I still want to make my point on that bulletin board. Though I know, not many read it. and next will be on “problems” world is dealing with it.

Anyway… thats all for today. I guess, I can start writing here every morning. Those who really want to look into my life, will definitly find me! :-)

It’s really sad what happend what happened few days back. I mean, I can’t believe that they actually came to harrass my parents. They stopped the fucking prayer; and just get away with it so easily. I can see how easily each and every person is pushing around poor parents like that. I wish I was there, or if there is something I could do about it. I want to join kung-fu, so that when time is ripe, I kick the shit out of them. I know it’s quite kiddish. Yet, I might need it someday, seeing what kind of people I have for relatives!! :-)

My mom live under a continious fear that she or my dad might be killed someday. I am trying my best at my end. But sometimes I think, “Is that true? Am I really trying my best?” I know there are few things that are missing. Determination. Love and support in my life. Who cares! God, will sit and watch… and thats all it probably does all the time.

Just usual day.

I have decided few things. First, no more girls as friends… anyway all they do is make life more complicated and tough. Second, trust no one, not even my room partner. Nobody gets what I actually want to say. He’s too much over taken by his mania of hygiene and cleaniness, and instead of peaceful weekends, all I get is “ride to breakfast joint, when I don’t want to. Cupboards to clean, when I like them the way they are. Bills for ironed clothes, while I prefer ironing them myself, just before wearing… and some million things.” I want to shift alone, back to old life.

I can’t afford it. :-

Anyway.. not that I am that desperate… cause otherwise we get on pretty well. It’s just sometimes, I feel bugged and pushed over.

More poems to come up here!! Will keep posting. I hope someone, or else keep reading it. and yet, no one I know. :-)