This one's for Vid! Happy Belated B'day!! :)
I know I know
What I did wrong,
I forgot your b'day
And didn't sing you a b'day song.
How I can reassure you
That you still mean as much?
And that forgetting a day
Doesn't make me a schmuck?
I could send flowers
But then flowers are for girls,
I could send you hair gel
But then you have little curls!
I could send you food
But food doesn't travel far,
I could send you a racing game
But what you probably want is a car!
I could send you memories
But you have a good life,
I could send you lots of love
But then you have a gorgeous wife!
I could send you a card
But 'Belated' doesn't do it justice,
So I thought I'll write you this poem
And send a virtual kiss (sorry Savi!)
I'm sure you had fun
And wish I was there to share,
Those little memories and moments
And show that I do care!
I know that day is gone
But give me a smile,
Cos I am here to celebrate
Every other day of your life!
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
"Guided By Voices"
As humans, our life is a intricate web of roundabouts. We enter with conviction, and always forget to take the right exit, thus landing back at the beginning : less hopeful, yet more determined to find our way.
We re-think ugly thoughts, relive hard memories, cry those hurtful tears time and again, repeat our mistakes, say those piercing words to the ones we love and live but hardly ever learn.
It's hard to take the first step. It's also hard to take the last one. But the path we walk in between is as pleasant or as unpleasant as we decide to make it. We are guided by a voice in our heads, and today my voice tells me a different thing than it did yesterday. It's my prerogative to listen to it or not, to enter that roundabout or not, to be guided by it or to guide it to safety.
My roundabout is a maze, and I am determined to nose my way out...
We re-think ugly thoughts, relive hard memories, cry those hurtful tears time and again, repeat our mistakes, say those piercing words to the ones we love and live but hardly ever learn.
It's hard to take the first step. It's also hard to take the last one. But the path we walk in between is as pleasant or as unpleasant as we decide to make it. We are guided by a voice in our heads, and today my voice tells me a different thing than it did yesterday. It's my prerogative to listen to it or not, to enter that roundabout or not, to be guided by it or to guide it to safety.
My roundabout is a maze, and I am determined to nose my way out...
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