Of emo status updates...

So this is just my second post here and till nobody really follows your blog,it feels like you're talking to a wall.. Talking about a wall reminds me of Facebook where even if you talk to it,somebody does come and respond to the post, but here, without followers,it's plain blabbering.. *sigh*

Well, returning to the topic of emotional status updates-I'm sure everybody has an opinion on them-you might find them "so true!!!" and apt,or sidey like "whatever" types..but hey,hey; spare a thought for all those who actually suffer so much that they come up with such statuses..

If you think that they are too melodramatic and have a rather depressing view towards life,then that ain't true because there are times in someone's life when there are such sudden turns that they just wreck your emotional levels completely..
God forbid that anything tragic happens to any of you because I've experienced it, and it's not fun!


But yeah,one thing's for sure..Facebook statuses are not exactly meant for pouring your heart over for the world to read..Wwhen a person does that and has only sad statuses;you end up feeling more bad for yourself for having to bear the torture of reading those posts! So we should all thank Facebook for the little grey 'hide' button on the right side of the post :P

I guess, enough of blabbering for the day..I'm off now,hopefully, to read some happy statuses! :D

Reminiscences of Childhood

A poem I came up with for my college magazine

The cool breeze flows through my hair,

As I wonder where the days passed by,

Those days where only the dark rooms scared us,

Those days where neither the skill mattered nor the flair, 

How did it matter - how we looked, how we dressed?

Mirrors were only for funny imitations,

Or for posing about as if we were supermodels,

Showing off all the clothes we possessed!

Felt as if I had touched the sky-
Sitting on daddy's sturdy shoulders,
Cherish able are those walks with Grand-dad;
And all those forbidden ice-creams he did buy.

My mother taught me how to walk,she led the way,

The softest touch was hers;

Grandma preached through the bedtime stories,

Listen to your heart is what she’d say!

Love was just a simple four letter word,

We cried only when toys broke,

'Cause hearts were mere shapes back then,

Now it's all too blurred.

When life existed within a bubble of trivial joys,

Confined to chocolates, games & toys,

It all seems so child-like now,

That Barbie v/s G. I. Joe, Girls v/s boys!

A snap back to reality and I'm thankful for the reminiscences,

'Cause the world may change but they never will,

Bringing back a smile to our faces,

As we struggle through life's different phases!