Promise to myself...

Flowers,birds,rain,the hill
Never cross my mind,
Nor am I fill.
With joy so innocent,
As only she is
my dreamgirl.

Doubts, worries, thought,
is all i have,
N' it is fought.
The battle so hard
where else but
in my own heart.

Smiles, frowns, fad
she thinks so pretty
and I so bad.
Whats amiss,
Cant I be happy,
N' always be glad.

Promise, pledge, a vow
here I make
to me and to thou.
I'll be fun,
from now on
N' no furor.

.. which did not last even a month, i guess. Anyways, really bad rhyming.

The initiation

Hey there

What now is a blog? Seriously speaking, who is this guy "there" to whom I am saying hi ? What hit upon me to write on this sidey blog at this early morinng hour for normal diurnal people? And what purpose will this solve? Will anybody of this species "there" out there care to read it? May be there's enuf vehli junta out there like myself willing to farsake one work, career, family, friends and what not just to find some breathing space. However, the consolence of not being "the only tired one" is all one gets. God knows in what dimension this space exists.

Lets start with myself. What should I write about a person who is trying to find himself in this harrowing hollowness of internet, where zillions of people are continuously losing themselves. The most baffling thing is everybody knows that the internet is a "Lost and Lost" place, the found part is lost somewhere. So, now I too should get lost and find myself.

Till I lose myself again, signing off...
Ashish