Sunday, December 30, 2007

A stab in the dark

Under this orange sky
I struggle to write
I struggle to speak
With far too much to say


I miss writing.. and what I miss even more, is having the ability to write. As pretentious as this may sound, I used to like what I wrote, be it poetry or just a measly little passage. I used to enjoy writing it, and used to enjoy coming back to it after a while and muse upon it as if I have never seen it before.

Parts of the reason what I stopped writing is the lack of inspiring material. One would argue, but isn’t falling in love and getting married enough material? The sad truth is love has been an inspiration to a plethora of writers and poets, but it never sparked anything in me. I was/am/and inshallah always will be head over heels for Mrs. Froggy, but even when I tried to write something romantic it just lacked character. I could make it rhyme, and that is as far as I got. It used to get to me but then I realized I can only write when something is bothering me.

I tried writing a poem today. I failed miserably. The four lines at the top are the result of the better part of an hour. I don’t like them. But I kept them an inspiration I guess; Or as a starting point.

Is it wrong to like my own writings? Does it make me pompous or shallow even? Or does it just mean I am honest in my writings.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Chapter I

"'Tisn't beauty, so to speak, nor good talk necessarily. It's just IT. Some women'll stay in a man's memory if they once walked down a street." Rudyard Kipling

Passport....... Check
Tickets....... Check
Walkman....... Check
AA Batteries....... Check
Toothbrush........ Check
etc
etc

He was readier than he thought he was... He didn't mind that he wasn't going with his parents... He didn't even consider that he is going to miss them or not.. All he knew is that him and his brother were going to have the time of their lives... And to be honest, it was about time they let him travel alone, he wasn't a kid anymore... he was 13 years old, he was a teenager and wanted to be treated as such...

The ride to the airport went by very quickly as he gazed at at his city and just dreamt of being on that plane, leaving all this behind for a couple of months. As the car stopped he was the first one out running towards the entrance. "Froggy, come back here and help your dad with the luggage.. that's what old responsible boys do..".

At the counter they met with their on-flight gaurdians.. Froggy still failed to see why him and Faz needed a family to take care of them on the flight.. "This is Aunti Sam and she is a friend of your Aunt in Houston.. She will take care of you untill you arrive.."..

The tears were shed and goodbye were said accompanied by the "i miss you"'s and "i love you"'s... and they walked off: Froggy, Faz, Aunti Sam and her three daughters..

to be continued...

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

In pursuit of Greatness…


We live most of our younger years dreaming of the day we go to college…


After that we start dreaming of graduating…


Then working for a big firm or company…


Some of us dream of marriage…


Some of us dream of further studies…


Some dream of their own café…


But some don’t dream at all…


Some don’t live… they just exist…


To be honest… why bother? Why just exist and not try to add value? I’m not talking about adding value to the world like Angelina Jolie or Princess D… I’m talking about even adding value to yourself…

We should always strive for something, or our existence will be flavourless…

Your definition of Greatness is down to your own interpretation… it differs from one person to another and that is what makes some shine more… if we were all equal none of us would be unique and none of us would lead…


We all need to set our own standards, and live by them… at the end of the day, as long as you are happy you shouldn’t care what everyone else thinks…

But what if your standards were too high… what if your dreams were too high… would you fight for them? Would you jump at every opportunity? Or just succumb and surrender?


How much should one sacrifice to be content with one’s self…?


P.S. for those of you who for some reason or another still check my blog… thanks… it was pretty damn comforting lol…

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

do you..

Do you believe in new beginnings?