About My Life...
now that i have started writing more or less frequently and feeling proud to be a blogger i would like to introduce the world to the living legend( no!!! not you-know-who you stupid morons.... that is Aakrash's forte anyways )- the man himself, the author...ME.
i am a sagittarian( my birthday just went by,no points for guessing) and true to its core. an archer by the sign who has targeted many a woman in his life but his cupid with the arrow has always boomeranged to hit him where the sun never shines! being born on the 13th of the 12th month has its own agonies i guess. but then again,like a true blue sagi, i never give up hope and i try and try,much like the mice who turned milk to cheese, and get to my target. but then again i am a hopeless romantic who is in love with the idea of being in love more than actually being in love. same can be said about my literary creations also, i guess. i love the thought of writing a poem probably more than i like writing poems.
often i sit back like there is no tomorrow and the beer bottle in my hand starts talking in my mind only to be boosted by the light breeze gently accompanying the mild music floating into my ears from some distant horizon. my life, my dreams start passing in front of my eyes and the thoughts,outrageous they might be -nonetheless very close to my heart, flow out like the champagne which silently fumes inside a transluscent bottle only to be unleashed like a beast when you cork it out during some celebration. i feel myself going through a special journey called life where every step taken is a bottle of champagne opened and i drink life to the fullest. i wish sometimes if only i could pen those thoughts down but my tremblesome hands contradict my turbulent mind. the burning cigarette between my fingers have the uncanny resemblence with my brain-children. they burn with passion, live with breath but are ultimately blown in the air to smithereens and all that prevails is an eerie silence broken only by the mild music which again inspires the re-birth of the chain very much like a phoenix; which can be termed as the chain of my deepest thoughts or can simply be labelled the excuses of a chain smoker to run away from the reality called life.
i cannot tell you people what this blog promises to showcase but it definitely is the platform where i try my level best to conquer whatever is the hindrance for me getting in tune with my deepest darkest innermost thoughts. i might falter at every step but the sagi inside me promises to try even harder the next time to fight against the man in the mirror!
2 Comments:
call it coincidence or whatever, but again Gibran coes to my mind.(its high time u take up his books).
Anyways,
Gibran:A POET IS a dethroned king sitting among the ashes of his palace trying to fashion an image out of the ashes.
now baala..the ashes could be from those cigarettes too..dont worry..we always have a song "main zindagi ka saath nibhaatha chalaa gaya..har fiqr ko dhuee mein udaatha chalaa gaya.."
Keep thinking...and posting..
call it coincidence or whatever, but again Gibran coes to my mind.(its high time u take up his books).
Anyways,
Gibran:A POET IS a dethroned king sitting among the ashes of his palace trying to fashion an image out of the ashes.
now baala..the ashes could be from those cigarettes too..dont worry..we always have a song "main zindagi ka saath nibhaatha chalaa gaya..har fiqr ko dhuee mein udaatha chalaa gaya.."
Keep thinking...and posting..
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