of promises..

This is a story of a failed promise.

I seem to be getting good at that, not keeping promises to myself.

I believe i once said, on this very blog,

that i would write more often, to maintain this log.

A few posts later, i lost that conviction,

strange, isn't it? i am my own contradiction.

It has been ten months, since my last post,

and this blog a distant memory, better yet, a faint ghost.

I had an intervention though, just the other day,

and thought "to my blog, a visit i must pay"

For my interests lie, in the field of writing,

apart, of course, from my love for fighting.

I do not say that just to rhyme,

i do get in fights from time to time.

I am writing more now,

though not on this blog

I am making it a habit,

to keep turning the cog

so the wheels in my brain,

keep on turning,

to process the ideas,

that my mind keeps churning.

That is plenty of cheese for this little rhyme,

i shall dish out some more, but another time.

21...

Yes, it is true.

Hard as it may be to believe it, another year has passed.

I am actually getting old.

Well on paper atleast.

I thought i would have something profoundly philosophical and wise to say, now that i am older, but it seems that is not the case.

So yeah.

That is that.

Bah!!

Strange are the ways in which this world functions. You get a whole lot of shit thrown at you and for a while you have no idea where to hide. Then amidst all the flying shit you see an opportunity. An opportunity to make the best of the situation. An opportunity to rise above all the rubbish in life. An opportunity to use that shit in constructive ways. Like natural gas for example :P .

All jokes aside, you roll with the punches so to say. Then one day, a little hope walks in and makes its presence felt. you spend time with this hope, and it slowly turns into belief. You believe in it and it believes in you.

Life seems a whole lot nicer now. You look back at all that shit and realize that it was all for the best. The shit changed you, but it did not kill you, and what does not kill you only makes you stronger. So you rise from the rubbish a new person. Stronger and happier than before, leaving all those people who flung all that shit wondering what they got wrong. Wondering if it was really worth the time they spent on it. It is all worth it. For you. For now you have little belief by your side, and what more do you need in life? So this is thanks to all those idiots who spent their time trying to make me miserable. My life is that much more fun because of you.

this shoe,

has,

taken its toll,

on me,

i've got,

shoe bites

too many times before

my

toes

are

breaking in front of me

but i have

no cash

to go and buy new shoes anymore

Owe owe owe

owe owe owe

owe owe owe owe!!!

it has been a while...

it has been a while,

since i have been here

maybe far too long,

i fear

been long since i put down,

a pointless rhyme

but i never really took

notice of the time

see i have been busy,

with fundamental and stuff

the last two months,

have been pretty rough

between working for the fest,

and breaking my leg

i had not much time,

so your pardon i beg

but now i have

all the time i need

to pay my dear little blog

some heed

for now i rest,

for a week or two

with a broken leg,

there is not much else i can do

here i am again,

with nothing to do.

today has been boring,

trust me when i tell you.

i have done nothing,

and nothing came of it.

all in all,

this day was shit.

i spoke on the phone,

as i always do.

but i had nothing to say,

for nothing was new.

i watched tv,

for quite a while.

but nothing was on,

nothing worthwhile.

so i went online,

but what can i say.

the net was the worst thing

to happen to me today.

so all in all,

i got frustrated.

and decided to write something,

but now i hate it.

but such is life,

it is boring sometimes.

and nothing improves it,

definitely not these silly rhymes.

so i will sign off now,

for fear that i might,

kill all those who read this.

(damn! that did not rhyme. i must be really bored)

i sit here and think what i must write,

wracking my brains with all my might.

and for some reason i always break into rhyme,

i swear i dont mean to but it happens every time.

and yet i ponder as to what i must say,

to give you a peek into my life today.

i worked sleepless nights to make a movie,

with a custom sound track - thought that might be groovie.

and just to be  cheesy, i called the movie "groove"

then toon boom refused to let my characters move.

at long last, after a 3 day struggle,

and the hundreds of frames i had to juggle .

after two sleepless nights and a third sleepless day,

not eating, not bathing, just working away.

i got 18 seconds of motion from that inveterate toon boom,

so i did not have to sit stone faced in the jury room.

but it was half done work so i cannot rest,

until i feel i have done good, if not my best.

but three days without sleep is taking its toll,

as i struggle to keep my eyes open to make this rhyme whole.

but i think i will sleep, it is for the best,

so i can work peacefully, after a good night's rest.