Friday, October 19, 2012

The Girl in the Red Tweed Jacket

You could have waited.

I knew you would take the No. 19, but it was not on purpose that I avoided it. Its too far to walk, and it was raining. I don't like to walk in this cold rain. I had told you so.
I did it before because I enjoyed your company. When you walked down the pavement to say good bye, I would hold you in my arms.
You left me at the door the last evening, saying your shoes would get wet. It was a long walk home in those wet shoes of mine!

I don't remember your name, nor do I recollect your face. You always wore the red tweed jacket, and I always had that same hat on mine! I don't know what you do; we always had so many other things to talk! The best of the people and the worst of the weathers!
 
I know I will see you again some day, But I won't be waiting for you this time. You know I won't take the 19 again, So hop on the bus that goes along the coast of river Clyde! 

Monday, October 1, 2012

Dying Young

Someone asked me, "If you had the choice, how would you like to Die?"
And I told him, "I would like to die young."

I would like to die young when I still have the power to dream, and not know that these dreams will be shattered by harsh realities...

I would like to die young when I still have the power to Love, and not know that the love will be labour lost in vain...

I would like to die young when I still have the power of faith, and not know the hypocrisy of the Religion... 

I would like to die young when I still have the power of enthusiasm, and not be bogged down by the mundane and monotonous life...

I would like to die young when I still believe in miracles, and not look at them as tricks of the trade...

I would like to die young, as Life would still have a lot of value for me...!