Not yet

Calling you again, for the umpteenth time

I wish you'd answer and relieve me.

Each time you have turned your back

I stand there waiting so you'd turn around.

Never did I lose hope that you will be gone

But you do try the hardest to prove me wrong.

I call and I call only for you to ignore

I shan't give up yet for I still believe-

In you and me and us together forever

In my love and yours and ours however-

You go away far again, I chase and I run

I do everything but I don't quit.

Written on Quitting for Sunday Scribblings.

All in a day's work

Life is not easy. Most days it just a series of small sacks I have to carry. Other days its a harried search for elixir. It gets really tiring. The grey monotony just kills the little light in me. Sometimes I want to break free. I just need to! I cannot bear to walk the same path, looking at the same sights. The boredom depresses me.

I have tried to stray. Leave my companions and make a life of my own. Oh! How have I tried doing that? Somehow, Fate plays a cruel hand with me and I make my way home giving up my dreams of breaking free, yet again. I go back hoping to give Fate the big Rightbackatcha! The taste of hope is lovely. I liken it to the taste of the first morsel of rice in drought-stricken winters.

I dream. I build castles of sand and water. Those castles that will never ever be realised. Who has ever heard of sand and water making a castle without sturdy stones? I keep working. bringing myself back to the same old dreary life that I am leading. Still hoping. Dreaming!

"Hey Barney, you are breaking the line!", cried Moe.

"Sorry, mate!". Life is tough being an ant.