My arbit thoughts!

Three constraints of my life would be my wish, my like and my ability. Where for the most people these three are more or less similar, for me they are exactly three parallel lines which can never intersect. Funny thing is that these like and ability axes has one thing in common. They both seem to avoid most of the points of the feasible portion of this universal set. There are hardly any poor little notable thing which can satisfy either of these two. Whereas if you consider wish thoroughly from the time I blessed the world (or the other way) till now, it has covered almost everything that was seen or heard or sensed somehow. So if you really come to think about it, the three parallel lines concept doesn't really work here. Because as you see two of them tend to vanish and the other seemed to take too much of space to make a plane or something bigger instead.

So in a less weirder way what I am trying to say is,over the last twenty two (almost twenty three) years of my life I have somehow managed to develop dislike for every living and dead things in this universe. One new thing can keep me going for about 2 weeks or maybe 3. But then I am bored again or simply giving it up. Either way I end up at the same place where I started from or maybe even worse. This even holds me back while taking a decision. Because however tough I find it to look for things I like, I never have to think twice to find the things I despise. Well the conclusion is I know it's hard to be me. :-D

A loser!

I thought a lot before posting this one, because it's a bit/lot whining type. but hey, that's me bro. I am a whining girl. And moreover it's easier to write poem about sad things than joyful moments. you know what, whatever! :-)

Ma I don't wanna die anymore...
I die every night to live another day
Everyday I kill myself a bit!
I run till I hurt myself and still can't finish the race
I lose again and again to achieve something,I don't know what
and yet I can't quit
Am I a born loser
or is it just the game I never opted for?

Ma I don't wanna play anymore
I am tired of loosing,
and I don't know what to win.
I only wanna leave the ground,once and for all
with honor or with shame,
I wanna run and hide as well...
somewhere quiet and calm,somewhere green
Ma I wanna sleep now, like a little kid!
like win or loose doesn't matter, it's all percpective!
Let me just sleep now Ma, please!

Pretty as you were

This is the poem I came up with tonight. I am still working on the name....as of now it's 'pretty as you were'...

Let's put on the old jeans
and throw the last piece of loose tshirt on.
Make a hairdo like you couldn't care less,
Take a look into the reflection,
the resemblance of a long known person,
who was left alone somewhen unseen, unnoticed.

Now you walk down the road....to the highway...
Then to the south, north, east, west....
To every bit of this plastic city, where you couldn't be yourself
moving through the crowd,
whose material sickness you couldn't shake off your skin completely.......
…......
until now!

Cause now the cloud is clear,
now you've found yourself, found the faith that you've lost long way back.
Every want now can be turned to a can and then shall......
Every bit of plastic has been shaken off,
Now you are free.....free from the suffocating illusions..
free to use your torn jeans and old tshirt.....again!