Just My Pointless Ramblings

  I want to cry, but the tears don’t come to me, It is as though I have finished my quota of tears… What if we all came into this world with a fixed quota of tears, Would we guard our set of wet eyes for the extreme moments? Or would we use it all up immediately? So that we wouldn’t be weak anymore… What if you don’t know your limit? What if you would only realize you exhausted yours one fine morning… What if some came with a higher quota and some with lower? What if the ones who needed it, didn’t have it? And the ones who have it, don’t want it… It seems the things you wish for you never get, But things you don’t want keep coming to you, And when I want to cry…I can’t, But when I don’t want to…I cry… As the world gets sadder and sadder every moment, I wish I could cry, I wish the block in my head would disappear, As I let it all go, And I would be finally free… However, my eyes refuse, So, I am here, To write, To let it all out… To...

  I have a lot of baggage, some passed on to me and some which I have gathered from my trip here on this earth. One day, when I walking all alone, you came along and I liked your pretty smile and dancing eyes and asked if you wanted to walk with me. To my absolute delight, you agreed, and I was overjoyed, I was so happy that I would have someone to walk with me. And even though I liked walking alone, I also liked your company. Maybe when you came along, I realised walking together was much more fun. I was so happy in my own walk, that till now, I had failed to see how other’s walk was beautiful too… It was easy, easy walking with you, steps seemed lighter, and less tiring, and more fun. One day, as we were walking and I huffed and heaved, you looked at me and my bag and asked me, “That looks heavy, you want me to help you carry it?” And I looked in awe and wondered why would you want to do that, because I saw your baggage too. Yours looks so heavy already, why would you wan...