Aaahhh.. - Vol VI

A myriad of thoughts as I pen this down, a settling dawn as I dumb this down, a soothing breeze as I roll it down, a staring wall as I slow it down, a mirage on the horizon, a land in the ocean. I don't even know if this how it starts but then I do know that this is how it all started. 

The thoughts today are no different than yesterday, but then I'm really on a different tangent this very day. The slogs of the days have changed but the reminisce of various indulgences remain at large, some haunt, some smile, some cry while some just withdraw. 

The needs differ with every passing second but deep down the heart wrenches for a drop of love, an escapade to flow through the bliss of kisses, touches, clutches, presses, wishes, misses, caresses, cliches may be but pure oneness. 

The world would have been so different had there only been a little more love, just a little ! Think about it if just people loved people, like the clouds that embrace the skies, like the birds that sway and flies, like the flower that blossoms and lies, like the water that flows and then dries, like the eyes that glow and cries, like the heart that lives and dies. I don't know (I have never known) it's just love that never lives and never tries. 

I don't know but these are just words, but then that's what the world believes in. Looking on the internet today every is just talking, the most watched content on the Internet is people watching other people talking, is it making a difference, may be ? Is it supposed to make a difference, may be ? The politicians are talking, the leaders are talking, the coaches - mentors - preachers are talking, the entrepreneurs and influencers are talking,  the TV presenters (have always been) and the content creators are talking, the artist and the makers are talking, the friends and peers are talking, the relatives and co-workers are talking, the doctors and engineers are talking, the teachers and the children are talking. Is making a difference, may be ? Is somebody listening.. may be ? OR may be not ?

If only we could unfold the origami of these words, we realize that at the start of this journey there was a life, a little disturbed, a little perturbed, a little concerned, a little unlearned, a little unturned, a little unheard that just wanted to be heard.

I'm back again I guess ! didn't realize, it's almost the end of a year, another starting so no big deal, but then it never stopped for anyone, did it ? It not time that heals, it's the pain that don't feel, it's the wounds that don't peel, it's just life that continues as a reel. You realize that what you gather just becomes a memoir which you either repent or just re-live or just revive or best take a selfie which shows you in the front and everything behind.

Dil na umeed to nahi,

na kaam hi to hai

Lambi hai gham ki shaam,

magar shaam hi to hai

I don't even know if this how it starts but then I do know that this is how it all started.

.. @18:18

mE 'n mA LonE soUL

Missing Volumes - Vol V

I'm back from wherever I was, I don't know its very different from the last time that I was here. I do not have the understanding of time, there is been a lot missed in between these years. I just tried recording my stupid voice thinking that I could not write anymore, thinking that recording a monologue be the new way of being in my world, guess I was adopting technology (podcast yeah !) but then I'm old school .. I don't know, I just realized that how artificial it sounds.

I realized that it really does not have any emotions, I realized that it lacked depth, I realized it was not me .. I just realized that the lines above really do not have a certain sequence / grammar / prose for a paragraph composition but do I REALLY CARE !! .. guess i just found my self.

I realized that voice recording was not true, it is really difficult to comprehend truth to be honest, but then what is truth ? Isn't it just a perspective ? An argument that I put forward , any opinion that I write, any thought which I express, it is the reader who is judging the truth but then what guarantees that the judge (in this case you) has no bias ? In retrospect the articles I read, the voices I hear the visuals I see, I judge the truth in them, what is the assurance that I'm not biased ?

cōnscientia (genitive cōnscientiae) (fem.)

A word that has been long lost, a word that was actually meant to be true, a word that cannot be supported by facts, a word that cannot be braced by voices, a word that cannot be sustained by actions, a word that cannot be backed by words, a word that remains hidden till the end of words.

Ek Soch Aqal Se Phisal Gai

Mujhy Yaad Thi Kay Badal Gai

Meri Soch Thi Kay Wo Khawab Tha

Meri Zindgi Ka Hisab Tha

Meri Justajo Kay Baraks Thi

Meri Mushkilo Ka Wo Aks Thi

Mujhy Yad Ho To Wo Soch Thi

Jo Na Ya Ho To Wo Guman Tha

The constant fight with self-hypocrisy remains at large, the battle with the impressions continue as I keep hitting the keyboard fulfilling broken promises, this space is my reprise, it is an echo chamber that hears me, it is a sound that never betrays it's a while that always stays .. I was humming a classic after seeing my little lad opening his eyes into a world which no one has ever known, hours travelled in multiples and the little child was now a little boy in my new world.

This is not really not easy but then, I remember talking to the love of my life how I missed the little joys while I ran the corporate race, not realizing that I was running without a point. Corporates are a different dimension, an enticing labyrinth, an encircling compass, aeonian war where you intend to survive like a million others.

propositum n (genitive propositī)

It's where I'm today, a "Family man" as my little angel entered my world two years ago I couldn't believe what had just happened ! There is no joy that could have replaced this, there is no toy that could have played this, there is no troy that could have weighed this, there is ploy that could fade this, my little angel, I really love you .. and my boy I love you too.

I really don't know where this is going but then it was not meant to be, it is the cause that matters, its the purpose that bothers, it is the solution that caters. I have always been here, have always been there, have always been around, have always been beside but the agony never ends, the allegation never amends.

I know I will be back here, there is a lot that is unsaid..

Nya paane ki chahat mei purana chuth jaata hai

Tujhe apnaun to mujhse zamana ruth jaata hai

Mohabbat parhne likhne mei bhut asaan hai lekin

Mohabbat ko nibhane mei pasina chuth jaata hai

@18:40

Signing off ..

mE 'n mA LonE soUL

Searching for Life - Vol III

I'm back about 9.5K hours behind schedule, old habits die hard, I'm still fascinated by the time calculation. As always it is difficult to pick the old tales, but I need to keep the promise on the continuation of the story, an account which started not so long ago. (crushed by hope .. living on hope)

It was still the summer of 69, well not really but I like the analogy, I was in the land of crusades. First ever on a "foreign" soil, foreign because of a different skin tone, because of a different climate tone, because of a different testosterone. Sorry my bad attempt at rhyming. It's ironic to term Europe a foreign land by a person who was born on a foreign land, and the only home that I know off is a foreign land. I guess that's been the fight that I had with myself for many years, a temporary association with everything living or object and then the dearth to an end. 

Back to my trip, the roads woven with beautiful white silk, as I strolled through the streets along Amstel as if I was walking in the jungle with a .. (you know what I mean !). I had never imagined a country so beautiful, a road so peaceful, a lane so lustful, a shop so soulful, a path so disgraceful, a moment so blissful, a thought so shameful, a heart so ungrateful. (crushed by hope .. living on hope).

My new workplace had changed me completely by now, I would normally have a breakfast at home, a lunch at midair and a dinner in a hotel room thousands of kilometers away from home.

It's fun to be honest but may be not every time. Getting ready suited as early as the birds in the neighborhood was a new normal, and the new norms of having every proposal rejected. It's a harsh world out there, but then there a million lemmings like me trying the same thing, what is the difference between me and them ? Probably nothing, may be I'm worse than many others, better than many more, life has always been a quest between the two. I don't remember the times that I have tried to answer this question, I asked a friend while leaving school, I asked a love while leaving grad school, I asked a sibling while leaving home, I asked an acquaintance while coming back, I asked again I don't know whom.

Umr beet jaati hai zindagi ke sawalon ke jawab dhundte,

Awr jab mljaye jawab, to zindagi sawal badal deti hai

You spent a life untangling the facts and myths of life,

And when you thought it was done, you were presented with a new puzzle

Cliche!, I mentioned it in the beginning, old habits die hard, well I just copied this from my last post. I know it's lame but then how about when you are crushed by hope .. and still living on hope.

I hope I find the answer by the end of this literary trip. The changes in life tracks are never embracing, there is always a struggle to prove one better than the other. The world has seen wars over inflated ego's and flimsy interests, life in general has been no different. Why differ when you both suffer ? Why prefer when you both mirror ? Why tither when you are both meagre ? Why wither when you both can fissure ? Why quiver when you both can be kissers ? (crushed by hope .. living on hope).

Life can be so different if we understood perspectives but then would it still be fun, if there was no gun, no bun, no pun ! Shame on me, I just wrote that,  literary deleting it twice but then this my space which accepts me the way I have been and does not even judge. And even if it does, then do I care ? (old habits !)

I however moved on my with a new bliss, the best gift of my god, my little lad. I don't know but my nerves have a different signal when you see the little love of your life pick an innocent toy from the aisle and walk towards you with all the hope he or she has learnt. Your eyes flood, the hearts pumps more blood, the first time that you realize a complete different recipe of happiness, a joy unimaginable, a sight so memorable, a love so lovable, an innocence so likeable, a time you hoped never fades away. Fatherhood is a completely different ball game, I know a friend whose life just flipped over where nothing remained the same as before, I will surely tell the tale later, remember we are still 17 and a half thousand hours ago.

Haste hue chehre ne bharam rakha hamara,

Woh dekhne aaya tha ki kis haal me hum hai

the smiling face kept me worthy,

he actually came to measure my plight

My fascination of time lingers on, as I did numerous trips across the world. It's nice to have your heart out on the flying machine, from the sands of Arabia (I couldn't control my giggle, an old friend will relate !), to the land of Rabbits, the land of Music, the land of Angels or the Holy land or may be forbidden land ? As the cliche goes what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. I know the description does not justice the long stories left behind, but then there is always so much that you can say, so much that you can't. I remember my soul gasping for breath as the wheels hit the tarmac, there was a weird silence I knew a millions had died, the hypocritical smiles hiding the hate, the honest eyes looking through in allegation. I remember to smell the stones but so far away from prostration. I have seen the dark rooms flashing in joys of shimmering seduction of the most ancient art known to the modern world, I have seen the lanes covered in snow for the first time, I have seen the leafs settling in nirvanna within, I have laughed hours at the epitome of bliss, I have cried hours at the reality of life on a known shoulder, seen the sins dissolve into love, seen the unseen fade in smoke.

I don't know but there are phases of life which you fear, there are phases which you dear, there are phases which you miss, there are phases which you bliss, phases which you bleed and phases which heed.

Dil pareshan ho magar aankhon mei hairani naho,

Khwab dekho ke haqiqat se pashemani naho

don't be surprised when really worried,

dream as much but do not remorse on reality

Think big and dream bigger I guess, the jiggles of life would never fade away. I have always been a believer of a new beginning, a new end, a new start, a new stop, a new life, a new death (crushed by hope .. living on hope).

Fast forward we are now only 8 and a half thousand hours ago, I had resolved to multiple resolutions my love could never fathom. I tried to stitch back the strewn, tried to crawl back the traditions, tried to fill the void surprises and make up the hope of a better future. I have been the believer of this effort till the last breath of my life. Remember we might fight, might descend, might hate, might cry, might flee, might bleed, might be the mightiest might, I will always love you. Pretentious it may seem but I do.

I did not realize but there has been a long time I did a political commentary, I have always had my opinions and probably this space would not be justified if I do not mention. The time is very contentious with a megalomaniac murderer heading a nation. It's the saddest part of the modern history where the followers of a particular sect are not even considered humans. However, those in power never realize that at the end of the day the mighty sun settles into darkness. There is so much so say in this regard but probably my privilege has diminished by grammar here, my heart goes out to all the people suffering, and really hope the perpetrators die the most painful the most historic the most gory death. I hope. (crushed by hope .. living on hope).

This is really difficult now, I really don't know what I have been writing, just a mess of thoughts, I have probably reached the beginning of this year (may be you can guess), I'm trying, I have broken promises always, but I'm still trying and will continue.

I just don't want to go, but you know what "(crushed by hope .. living on hope)"

Umeed se hain ghayal, Umeed pe zinde hain !

@01:30

Signing off,

mE 'n mA LonE soUL

Unkept Promises - Vol II

Calculations seem to be a bit misplaced, 11K hours since the last post, I promised myself to be regular over here but it does not seem to be that easy. I’m currently through a complex concussion of thoughts that don’t seem to have any beginnings neither an end. I will try to stitch together from where I left. 

Ash-aaron mei talkhian bani baat hi thi,

Jo hum pe hai guzri hamei yaad sab

Nearly 700 hours later, staring at a hand held device I had an original with me, I don’t know if I could ever post it here.  It’s very rare to have a post not see the display world, it has happened before though. (It’s a very old rhetoric, but I cant help myself) so who cares?  Some one who did does not any more, some others do not have time any more, a few others have a lot to care themselves, and many others do not need to care. 

Being in the midst of thoughts, shortly after I landed back at my homeland. It was a new year, but the essence of landing in this city has always been the same. There is a sense of security, love, pride and passion every time the flight touches down on the tarmac, welcome home right? 

It was not easy to have made this move, having being questioned at every step, having questioned the quintessential essence of the bond that I had. It hurts, but I don’t know. It’s been more than a third of a decade now,  its been from the  cradle the grave. 

Cliché! Right? I did not even know the meaning of this when I first picked the line during my grad years, just a few seconds ago it made a lot of sense. 

Umr beet jaati hai zindagi ke sawalon ke jawab dhundte,

Awr jab mljaye jawab, to zindagi sawal badal deti hai

You spent a life untangling the facts and myths of life,

And when you thought it was done, you were presented with a new puzzle

The translation is for you Americans! It’s been time you learnt something new. Coming back to the cliché, it’s the hope which keeps you alive to have a different tomorrow, what seemed to be an un-ending loop, suddenly turned around as I stared through a black and white image supposed to be a living being.  We were getting ready to welcome our next generation, it’s not easy to deal with a corporate world and a dynamic personal health situation. It’s not easy to balance the two worlds and keep them happy. It’s not easy to carry both logs and run the same distance in each direction. It’s not easy to hold the two ends without losing any. It’s not easy to drive and swim the same motorized matter. It’s not easy to be in the air and the ground without hurting any.

It’s not easy to carry a life in you and live your life your way.  I understand, I try to care, my sweet old rhetoric, but who else cares?

A few months later what started as a normal lazy day, changed, the sun shone a bit longer, the wind blew a bit soother, the pigeons sang the victory song, the leaves danced the joyous tone, the flowers bloomed a bit brighter, the heart felt a bit lighter, the eyes swelled a bit larger, the angels came a bit later, a new life was born. I could not imagine my eyes, an innocent love formed a part of my life, I could not hold myself as I left the scene with a tear in my eyes. 

We drank and sang, and cliché (as if I care) as I said,

Mere rashke-qamar, tune pehli nazar,

Jab nazar se milayi, maza aagya

Translation? I’m feeling lazy you could Google, if you care. It’s really difficult nowadays to have your thoughts stream in sequence to make such posts, I certainly have grown old though. Having returned to where I was born, live with the love of my life, welcomed my innocent love and have decent monthly payments, does not always guarantee a desired state of mind. Am I being un-grateful? , Well I cannot be the judge of my own decisions, but trust me on this one that stupid corporates, is a mad race to have participated in. I’m still grappling to get a hold with no clue in mind.

Kabhi kisiko mukammal jahan nahi milta,

Kabhi zameen nahi milti, kabhi aasman nahi milta,

Chiraag jalte hai, binai bhujne lagti hai,

Khud apne ghar mei ghar ka nishaan nahi milta

Abruptly…@ 35000 ft above sea level

Signing off,

mE 'n mA LonE soUL

P.S. I will be back soon 

Dark Secret of Life Vol I

Today is 20th Jan 2018, almost 44K hours since the last time I was here. I don't even know where to start from. I checked my last blog just to know how to start a blog. I don't know why do I even care, not that I remember off. It's difficult to comprehend life now, it's strange to even type now, weird to be composing the missing bits of the spirit, unsure if it's even worth a single penny to continue the rant. However, this space has always welcomed me with open hands and big hug, it's my own shack, my own world, my rules, my way.

Sorry to be sounding like a teenager, but I was young when I last visited this blog. Let me start to pick straws from where I had left, it might not make sense  but would certainly instill a bit of pride, I know no one cares. The ones who did have left, the ones who didn't have joined. I have planning this bit for quite a while now but never had the courage to face the friend I left long ago.

The melody is same old in the background, the dearth of loneliness lingers on, my heart beats a bit louder, the fingers a bit tamer, the eyes a bit warmer, the breath a bit heavier, the love a bit stronger, the pain a bit harder, the peace a bit more peaceful. I am trying to gather from where I had left.

After leaving my birthplace for a little far off patch of sand (25°18′N 51°31′E, there is still some sheen left in me i guess ;)), the last time I sat down with my words I was trying to get a gasp of the decision I had made. I was still trying to understand the decisions that led me to this life, trying to get a grip of the situations. Long hours of loneliness haunted my life, with even the walls turning pale to my condition. I was happy in a small temporary shelter, would hardly have work and then come back looking forward to nothing. My friend would give me company but I never thought was enough. I had begged for this relationship to stay on, there are still some scars in the draft section of this blog which might never see sunshine. I tremble even at a  wisp  of that thought. I learned the art of keeping people happy at your own expense. No one told me you might run out of money one day. There was no stone upturned to keep the flowers blossom, to keep the garden beautiful, to keep the air beautiful. I ran out of adjectives for description, cried for nights for abstract, cursed the world for pronouns. It was still fun to have invested time and effort to yield a better result in life. I continued to have days and nights without work which became boring beyond a certain point.

I had friends coming over for visits, they fueled some cents to live on. I hung on a bit longer to please my friend and lo and behold we embarked on the next level of relish. Approximately 2.1K hrs later a few related people had started exchanging some new thoughts in life. Newer Engagements started to happen with a lot of caution and uncertainty. I was pasted to be traitor having hidden critical information even though my timid brain was unable to gather together the twitches of the nerves. I would swear by the biggest Almighty that there were no bad intentions but in vain. I sat weeping in a crammed automobile, begging for forgiveness not sure what else to ask for. I loved you, I still do, swearing has never helped but I can swear again. It was exactly as said,

na dil raazi na woh raazi to phir kahe ki ibaadat hai,

kiya jaata hu mei sajda magar sajda nahi hota 

Americans ! I don't feel like translating. I don't even care, neither does Trump so it's OK I guess. The waves had moved on, just as I thought I had won the world, my good times had begun. There was fresh blaze blowing through the glaze of the glasses, I needed help at every point, I was clueless in situations but the world does not help when you need the most. My life has always been a roller coaster, and about seven and a half thousand hours since the last time I was here I embarked on a journey of heavens, clouds, angels, blossoms, blessings, blondies, love, lust, louvre, care, affection, happiness, blushes, and so much more that I start to mince my own vocab. It was still year 2014, I was now married.

zamaana apni samjhe par mujhe apni khabar ye thi,

mujhe teri zaroorat thi, tujhe meri zaroorat thi

My world had changed, my legs trembled as I got into a shiny attire to have started a new venture. I sat in the midst of a few hundreds, my father smiled after a very long time, my siblings giggled, my friends grinned, I almost lost my heart to the stars as I accepted the love of my life. A bird chirped in the dark, a lily just blossomed, a dew just reckoned,  even the sun shone a little in the night. I love you, she still complains I never blogged about this till date. 

We flew around the around, I got short of voice to describe. There are a few moments beyond words, a few glimpses without a view, a few breaths without a feel, a few beats without a sound, a few touches without a feel. It's an assimilation of souls which is beyond universe, beyond humans, beyond grammar, beyond speech. Love you .. I rest my case :)

We spent a year in the same patch of unforgiving sand, where shelters now felt a bit warmer, the chills a bit tamer and dawn not so far away. Hope can even let you conquer planets let alone lives. Recently, I was scrolling through a phone which had captured a lot of memories, the quants the through the seas, the swims of the dolphins, the dancing peacock, the risen blue moon, the showering meteors, the rains, the smiles, the stares, the moments, the glares, the divinity, the bloods, the beds, the .. Love you again.

But the peaks of the tide had their share of grievances, grunts and bumps. I don't know who was right and who was wrong. I did hope that little things in life would matter to over come this, I did hope for a better morning, hope for a better evening, hoped for a better hope. I guess faults can be corrected if acknowledged as one, the only thing I didn't know that it's an ocean with no shore in sight. There is so much to say but I don't know ..

dard itna ki har rag mei mehshar barpa,

awr sukun aisa ki marjaane to ji chahta hai..

It's not fair leave you here .. I will be back 

 

signing off abruptly  @02:38 HRS..

mE 'n mA LonE soUL

He vuelto [edit: Spanish]

12/20/13 – 2214 HRS   [edit: typos] 

I closed the browser page to realize that’s its exactly two years since I had been here. I thought the world ended in 2012, unlikely that I’m still blogging from the skies. Life’s been a roller coaster as usual in the days, I am a Security Analyst now !

I couldn’t control my smirk as I spell out the last lines, even my senses don’t bare a chance to mock at me.  My current position doesn’t hold much relevance to my life, except that it gives me food, shelter and clothing. I like the profession though, which doesn’t qualify me as a deserving individual at that place, though, I am a mediocre at my work, doing the regular stuffs, only hoping that a miracle can help me survive the competitive market.

I know this is the most irrational expansion of what I have been doing, but it should be enough to conceive that my career seems to be unwavering at this time, hoping to attain the acceptable level at some point of time. However, the future is a little hazy pertaining to the current work atmosphere and client interaction. (For all Americans !) I come from the IT service Industry / Information Services, where the truth of surviving the race to the target is regular orgasms, and a contraceptive pill can definitely denture your hopes for growth.

Moving on, I moved to a different geographical location a few months back, currently residing at 25°18′N 51°31′E (for all Indians – Read: Doha , Qatar). It’s a quiet, laid back city in the middle of quaternary, with most of the local population arrogant and ignorant. The only learned men running the daily firms are either of Indian Origin, or the people from the west and Middle Eastern Arab countries.

It’s not the same as Dubai, which is quite happening for most of its part, with great infrastructure and modern surroundings, reminding me of the live that I actually looked for.

Here, in the midst of Arabia, as I must say, in a moderately 8 square meters room, the only activity that last for long hours of boredom and staleness is the repeated sound of Indian movies, playing for the millionth time. Other sorts of entertainment include frequent visits to the toilet, opening and closing of doors, shifting bases from the bed to couch back to bed, sneezing at times, breathing for most of the times and thinking of a sci-fi mythological figure which would be born one day, to fly me out of this dungeon or at least digest me as his last supper !

I thought of putting up all the rants that have been doing rounds in my mind, being  up-to-date with all the political circus happening around the globe, but decided to list it all, in the posts to follow.

A lot has happened since I was here last, a no. posts couldn’t make it to the forefront for all unexplained reasons, and however, the time has come to revive the sheen on my lost gold, the eternal peace of my life. I am not sure if I had mentioned this in the past, but there is a little difference in the loneliness that haunted me and the kind of solitude am in now. I found a significant other (SO) to be with, probably even before December 2011 (the last time I was here).

I remember reading amor cuerdo , no es amor [edit: Spanish], as I set out on this new fantasy. It’s been lovable, adorable, and delectable in some parts while the rest hope to be in peace. I know this is how it turns out for almost everyone, but the very purpose of this blog is not to stand out unique or different in any ways. This space is a part of my life, irrespective of being customary.

I have been the silent sob for the most part of this relationship which I don’t mind though, while the only thought that lingers is that my SO, doesn’t let me down one day. I don’t except much but just a little love and care, never to be in the shoes of Niemoller who once said, “First they came for the socialists, and i didn't speak out because i wasn't a socialist. Then they came for the trade unionists, and i didn't speak out because i wasn't a trade unionist. Then they came for the Jews, and i didn't speak out because i wasn't a Jew. Then they came for me, and there was no one left to speak for me. “ I would be muted for the rest of my life.

Moving on, it’s seems to be rebuttal of time, wonder if the clock hands have started to run backwards, I have returned to some old Indian melodies, I have started to love pain, I feel cursed again, I evaluated my faith , I feel lonely again. The past months have been difficult in terms of mental reconciliation and emotional bliss. Prudence however, explains these situations to be completely natural, but my little thinking factory seizes to accept.

I remember the days, back in the hut when I longed for a personal space, an area of conscience to play around with my spirits of goodwill and hell. I had always thought this new venture would be more enduring, more likeable, but it turned out to be on the contrary. It’s a mixed bag of emotions every day. The new work order, doesn’t have much on offer at present, and feel to be coveted by the loved arms of someone special, eats into the rest of the day.

Never mind, I don’t have much to say now, but I will be back soon with more thoughts on a regular basis. I wish to sign off with a few lines I am with right now, [edit: Urdu/Hindi]

Sukh ban gaye sapne , Sab kho gaye apne

Dil bujh gaya, Ghar jal gaya

Na jaane kyun na jaane kyun

Yaadon ka phir aanchal uda

Na jaane kyun na jaane kyun

Kyun so gayi shame , Kat na sake raate

Dil bujh gaya, Ghar jal gaya

Na jaane kyun na jaane kyun

The joys have turned to memories, all near ones have parted ways

My Heart has lost the light, the house is on fire

i dunno y..  dunno y

Reminiscences have flown away

I dunno y.. dunno y

Why the evenings have fallen apart, I’s difficult to see through the night

My Heart has lost the light, the house is on fire

i dunno y..  dunno y

I dunno y ..

mE ‘n mA LonE souL 

Senior Citizens

Senior citizens are constantly being criticized for every conceivable deficiency of the modern world, real or imaginary. We know we take responsibility for all we have done and do not blame others.

However, upon reflection, we would like to point out that it was NOT the senior citizens who took

The melody out of music;

The pride out of appearance;

The courtesy out of driving;

The romance out of love;

The commitment out of marriage;

The responsibility out of parenthood;

The togetherness out of the family;

The learning out of education;

The service out of patriotism;

The Golden Rule from rulers;

The nativity scene out of cities;

The civility out of behavior;

The refinement out of language;

The dedication out of employment;

The prudence out of spending;

The ambition out of achievement or;

The fear of God out of government and school.

And we certainly are NOT the ones who eliminated patience and tolerance from personal relationships and interactions with others!

And, we do understand the meaning of patriotism, and remember those who have fought and died for our country.

Just look at the Seniors with tears in their eyes and pride in their hearts as they stand at attention with their hand over their hearts!

YES, I AM A SENIOR CITIZEN!

I am the life of the party . . . even if it lasts until 8 p.m.

I'm very good at opening childproof caps . . . with a hammer.

I'm awake many hours before my body allows me to get up.

I'm smiling all the time because I can't hear a thing you're saying.

I'm sure everything I can't find is in a safe secure place, somewhere.

I'm wrinkled, saggy, lumpy, and that's just my left leg.

I'm beginning to realize that aging is not for wimps.

Yes, I'm a SENIOR CITIZEN and I think I am having the time of my life!

Now if I could only remember who sent this to me, I wouldn't send it back to them, but I would send it to many more too!

 

 

 

Spread the laughter, Share the cheer.

Let us be happy while we are here.