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Lame-ass Resolutions!

Today's the day. Today's the day I'll put my foot down. Today's the day I'll finally do what must be done. Not tomorrow. Not tonight. Now is the time. The only time. I'll listen to the songs I've had for so long but have never heard. I'll listen to you and you and all of you and all you'll have to say. I'll listen to me. I'll do what I think I should do and do it today and not wait for the time I'll not want to do any of the things I wanted it to do before anymore. I'll make those calls. I'll get up early. I'll speak my mind. I'll be honest and real and only smile when it's genuine. I'll be more on my toes. I'll stick to what I need to do and not distract myself or let other things distract me. I'll not like anyone for sometime. I'll be more obedient. I'll not raise my voice. I'll not be lazy. I'll read more. I'll not waste so much time on the computer. I'll read the paper everyday.

Another Rant!

Why do we have to become things, and achieve certain goals in life? Why does human life have to be purposeful and goal oriented? If we have to aim for something then it should be of true happiness. And true happiness comes out of feeling satisfied about everything. But the human mind is corrupted to not be satisfied and to always want more, to always want to achieve goals. Can anyone be truly happy? There's always fear in the end, if and when you do get all you ever want and wanted. The fear of losing all you have. What is life about then? Becoming what you want to, doing all the things you want to? But the wanting never stops. So, life is just an endless spiral of wanting and getting and then wanting even more and then getting again and not getting means failure? What's the point? What are we trying to prove? We want to be so rich and so loved and so famous and so happy. That's all, right? We want no war and yet we're so frustrated and raging war perpetually. Why do we

A New Poem. If free verse random lines strung together makes one.

A song without a chorus. A wallet without a picture. It's the same sky we're under. But we're not going to be the same tomorrow. The sun is sure. We are not. It's the same face we see in our mirrors our whole lives. That face seems to us different everyday. Our thoughts. Our difficult minds. Our fragile hearts. Our lives. My life.