Somebody STOP me...

Ever since I went all lyrical
People have gone hysterical
I’m a budding star
My fame’s spreadin wide n far
Gosh I’m such a literary miracle!!

The finishing line...

There it is, my letter of resignation
My passport to being free
Free from this role and this designation
Free to change, free to be me

Could it be any verse?

Rhymin is cool these days, and everybody’s doin it
I sadly have no real talent, and honestly I’m ruing it
My creativity tends to naught
The writing’s a pile of rot
I start quite sadly and go on to ruin it

* * *

Woe is me, I cannot rhyme
To practice the skill I have no time
They tell me to stop
Call my verses a flop
What I call passion they call crime

The full circle?

• A semi-autobiographical story about the happy childhood adventures of a little girl growing up in small town


• Knitting a woolen sweater


• A post about the Europe holiday experiences


• A post about The Delhi Days


• The search for some perfect going away gifts


• Online Spanish lessons


• A poem about loving and losing


• GM Diet


• Guitar lessons


• Karnatic music


• Several books – Shantaram, Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance, The sign of four, The picture of Dorian Grey, Ulysses


• Some movies – don’t remember the names


• Some conversations - important ones at that


• Attempts at seeing the bright side of things

Some of the things I have started, at different points in life and not finished, but hope to someday

And I wonder what it says about you anyway - starting stuff and not finished it...?