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Forgetting You

Ahoy There!

So in pursuit of reviving my dormant blog,I would like too share a secret,would you like to know? I am a hardcore romantic.I remember writing sonnets and love stories back in school just for fun,well,I was a kid you see.I essentially have been a believer of love,mind you I don’t agree with the concept of ‘unconditional love’ cause according to me,that is just a myth,every relationship has some quantum of expectations attached to them so the concept is alien to me,anyhoo, I wrote this bored to death in class, I hope you like it. This is the first time I am posting a poem here,so I am tad bit nervous. 

 

FORGETTING YOU

 

We forget to cherish

the moment that was.

we forget that in that moment

we felt our hearts beat as one.

 

I saw you for a moment 

and then it passed.

And with each passing moment

I thought I would forget.

 

Yet the love just grew,

the memory grew deeper,

I can’t recall your face

or the words you mouthed.

But I can’t forget the moment

where my heart skipped a beat,

I can’t forget my insides crumble

when we bid goodbye.

 

It was but just a moment,

yet the heart grew fonder,

I can’t forget your face,

your voice harrowing me.

 

Yet…more than you,

more than us,

I yearn that moment,

the way my heart skipped a beat,

the way I was left devastated when we forget…

Because I can’t forget the moment,

though you may be forgotten.

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The Birthday Post…

…that came 18 days after the Birthday.

First of all,I would like to wish myself a Belated Happy Birthday on your behalf(you were going to wish me?).Well,if you are family or friend or acquaintance (via Facebook or other social networking site),you would know,that after seven years I spent my birthday away from my beloved Dilli.Phew,it scares the ba-jesus out of my to have conversations and recollect memories in decades now.The perks of growing old,eh?

Well,this isn’t what the post is about,ranting about the curses of growing old.Although,if its about growing old,let us compare ourselves to Wine And Scotch,now shall we? 😀

Keeping the trauma of growing ‘old’ aside,I always have and always shall be super-kicked about the biggest day of my life(and no impending wedding won’t match up to this day).Why,you ask?Well,THIS is the day I was privileged into this World,into my family with a warm welcome.There were dreams built around me even before I came into existence,this is the first time my parents held me,they blessed me,hugged me and kissed me.This was the first day of my adventure called life.So,I shall ALWAYS be super-kicked about my birthday.And the guilt-free indulgence and the gifts are just the perks (if you are friend/family:No,they are NOT,I better get a present and some cupcakes.Its the silent rule of Birthday, :D)

I know life throws innumerable hurdles in our path,almost every day,and there are days we curse,”why the hell was I put on this planet?” yada yada yada,and I do it more than often(leaning towards the pessimistic side perpetually).But,on this day I am always grateful,to God,to my parents,to my friends,to myself,to have survived so long,to have been priveleged with all the luxuries that I conveniently take for granted,to all the days I idly waste,to all the people who decided to stay in my life and stick by through thick and thin,and mostly to myself(it is MY birthday after all,now ain’t it): for having made it through another year.

The point of all this is not to bring to your scrutiny my quasi-narcissistic tendencies,it is to explain that it is essential that we learn to celebrate ourselves,appreciate ourselves and most importantly value ourselves.Over the years we start to take ourselves for granted and we forget the we possess the potential to obtain our wildest dreams,but we reluctantly succumb to the mundane and accept ourselves as ordinary,and gradually that is what we let ourselves become.

The point of this post is to believe in those dreams you dreamt when once you were a child,when you truly believed you could conquer the world.As we grow older,as we mature,we let forget to celebrate ourselves,to treat ourselves,to believe in ourselves,and that is precisely why I have decided that albeit I might succumb to the brutalities of life 364 days in a year,on July 12 every year I shall celebrate me and all the insanity that comes along with it.I buy myself a cake and a present and a bottle of fine Wine(well Vodka is my poison) and herald the year like it is going to be my last (or till the clock strikes 12).

Are you going to do the same?

I hope you do,

Cheers

 

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