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my poems...

talkin wit mom, i jus mentioned dat i write poems...

and she was surprised...at first she thought i was kidding...then she believed...when i showed her a few...d irony being, all were in english, my mom being a hardcore marathi person...had 2 sit explaining all o dem....musta read out like, 3-4....but m sure, seein d glint in her eye, she liked wat she heard....and was happy...even though d poems were far from optmistic...all expressions of negativity, written in my lowest lows...but stil she appreciated them...

and then dad came...and his first question on learning dat i write poems? when did u get d time 2 write?
ha! :P


but i guess that's how some people are...

they are too focussed and set on their goals and aims in life, to even think bout anything else...or see anything...let alone doing something different...my dad is one of them....admitted workaholic...and cant stay at home even on sundays....cuz d office, is his lyf...his "baby" as we call it...and he cant stay away from it for too long...and it is not without awe, dat i look at how much he has earned....from scratch....totally admirable....i guess this very dedication is the reason he is so successfull....and yet, he has much more potential...i jus hope i am able 2 rid him of his minor fallacies, and see him grow even more....achieve his true potential...

newys, back 2 d poems...

so, i jus read a few of my writings...and this came out...


wat is lyf?
is it bout toiling in d harsh sun...
or bout finding in the smallest pleasures, wat's all d fun...?
wil i be working on weekdays, and taking d weekends off..?
or wil i find something to do that i wanna do even on bein d aim of peerly scoff?
wil i become a workaholic like him?
or be a master of my own will....live life on a whim?
wat i do know though...is a simple virtue...
i want to do much more...than a single profession to satisfy me...
i want to explore life's options....
and shed all my inhibitions...

i want to grow like the ashoka tree...
a wisened spirit, burdened wit years of wisdom...yet the conscience so free..

why is change so necessary?
why cant i keep concentrating on one thing at a time?
today i wanna hear d flute...tomorrow a wind chime...

today i wanna be a dj...spin d tracks around...
tomorrow a Chartered...d whole world with whose knowledge revers him..stays dumbfound...
and yet, day after...i wanna own a hotel...make food...have a lively atmosphere....be in d holiday mood, 24/7....have my own small corner...in the eye of the world...cynosure of many....envy of more...and have my own dream....no longer a sophomore....




hehehe...ok...dat was toooooooooooo random a post...

NjoY LyF!