Snowwhite!

I was reading some of my articles written in several different moods, situations and emoctions! It feels beautiful to see how you've grown over years! It's almost amusing to read how some trivial thing meant so much to you then! It feels beautiful to read the comments! People who were there then and sstill are there for you. People who came like a stormy gush of wind and left. People who came like a soothing balm, healed and left.

Today I realize that I've been a blessed child of the All Mighty. My hand has always been in His. There is so much that I have today. So much I can give. I thank you Lord for the abundance of Your love and blessings!

Just as I kneel to pray and shut my eyes I see a house far far away from the crowd and havock. A small house made of neatly placed red bricks. A tiny door welcoming me inside as if smiling at me. A cute little chimney with surprisingly white smoke coming out of it. Royal blue curtains sitting calmly over the glass windows. Green trees and pink flowers dancing in the golden sunlight! Goodness me, I'm getting gooseflesh!

I Can Blog From Office!!!

One good thing that's hit me after coming here!! I missed blogging like hell! I'm happy today. Thank God. After two weeks of wondering why am I here living alone in this world and the similar crap, I'm finally happy! Reason, unknown! I have a new poem in the making in my head. If I manage to complete it I'll surely post it. Yeee, it feels beautiful to see my blogger homepage! Yeeee :)

Who & Why does one blog?

I have been blogging for quite sometime now(sadly so readers!) and I get these crazy fits when I wonder why I blog. The most obvious answer that comes to me is this: I have a lot of shit going on in my head(some of which I dare to call poetry!). No one in this wide universe has the patience to listen to all of it(in one life time atleast). Hence I torture this dumb screen. I bet if computers could scream, mine would be the noisiest one & if they had ears, my PC's ears would bleed! It's become a part of my metabolism now. If I wouldn't blog, the toxins would accumalate in my body and be the cause of several creative illnesses. Maybe I would take 3 rounds of the city with my hair over my face or maybe I'd sit on Andheri station and scratch the belly of every 3rd person in the first queue that gives tickets only for Western suburbs.(Btw that system sucks because in the hoard of humans you can hardly read the faded notice board saying "Western subrubs only". You realize this only when you reach the counter after waiting in the long queue. The person on the counter says "Central ka baju ki bari se" with an expression void of pity! wtf!!) Maybe I would try expanding my throat like a frog(I think I would do that well) or I'd try to kiss a flying fly. Maybe I'd try to paint a tube light pink or try measuring the width of a dead man's right toe's fingernail(with a vernier caliper because I never really learnt how to use one!). Maybe I'll name each street dog in Juhu or fight for women's rights!

Hence I blog.

P.S. :- A friend of mine suggested that I should take writing classes! (Whatever that meant!)