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O how I miss writing. This december something has been missing and today I realised it was month of the year challenge. It was that challenge that made me introspect for past two years. Also, it made me directly talk to my readers and not just give them my creative pieces. I had somehow started liking that random thoughts kind of writing. It made me feel lose and just come face to face with the year that was. The challenge might happen in January according to my friend. But then I might be little bit busy to do justice to it.

But what I miss most is the compulsion to write for I wanted to. Professional things have kept me little bit busy and hence I have been so off social media and stuff that I just don’t write. Also, due to space constraints on the phone haven’t been able to use wordpress there. Sigh I miss it all. Also, I miss my poetry club which I haven’t attended for long.

Somehow I have come to term with facts that if friends don’t value you much, you should not be the first to do the efforts always. And alas, it made me sans friends. I know there are still few I can rely on. Just miss that always in touch kind of friends. Guess its life. But then maybe once the work thing starts I might be too busy to realize that. I have just stop being the caring and all giving kind of friend. People want me to give them all the priority and love and when I expect, well my priority in their life is last. So now I just don’t try. With some very special friends I still try because they do try and only I went busy but with others after many tries I have realized just not worth making fool of myself by showing them to be special and in the end become a buffoon. Sigh I just can’t understand people. I need new people in my life. Till then, family and work keeps me busy.

I met my ex-roomie after long and it was so nice. She is one girl I have always been glad to know. And its awesome I can say that for long because marriage hasn’t changed her but made it more fun as I have been friends with her hubby too before they got married. I plan to meet her more now on. Need to treasure those who value you.  She is one who has always encouraged my poetry and I love her for that.

Otherwise life is a mess. Just nothing working out. Times are tiring. And the hopeless romantic in me misses having a muse. Its funny how as we grow up we become calculated on who to have crush on too for its no longer about flings. But more than crush, I miss that one best friend I can call always as  luckily most of my crushes have been my best friends. Even ex for that matter.

Too many random thoughts this post has for my mind has just too much for the sheer lack of writing. Guess should write more so I feel more sane.

Hope you all doing good.

Hope the self afflicted kind of writer’s block ends soon and I give you all something wonderful to read.

Till then,

Love and spread love 🙂

P.S. Its winters and I love the season 🙂

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Birthday Celebrations

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Birthdays and parties
Celebrations and Imaginations
Smiles and all the  fun
It is indeed a beautiful  life.

I remember my childhood always
When birthday parties happened
We all reminisce it still quietly
When we had all the fun.

There used to balloons and strings
Cakes and loads of  good food
We all dressed as the fairy buffoon 
And then there were ‘fun’ games.

As we grew up, the hoopla stopped
But celebrations continued
And sibling always had surprises
Like friends who always loved.

Some surprises happened in between
When love had knocked with smiles
Midnight cake and cards I remember
When dorms gave me lifetime loves.

Now birthdays are all about baking
And some telephonic conversations
But laughter doesn’t really stop
Till people are there to love.

Now nephew makes me live more
And across seas, my family plan
Like I do, for them in time
Over a video, we have celebrations.

I still wish for that surprise
That I can keep for a lifetime
When plannings do succeed for them
And taken aback, I just give teary smiles.

Written as part of the OctPoWriMo writing prompt Day 25:  Celebrations, Good Times and Poetry

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