I started writing…
For good or bad, I don’t know.
I asked myself what’s happening!
I wake up every day to a fresh beginning,
The wonders of nature give the best of morning.
But the day’s uncertainty takes me somewhere,
My head is full of thoughts, and it’s killing me.
The happiness of evening keeps me alive,
It’s short and sweet with fun and care.
When the evening ends, the night beginning,
I am entering to the world of dreams. Later that,
wakes me to another fresh beginning of happiness.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Childish
I want to be a child…,
To be held in my Mom’s hands and feels the safeness in this world,
To climb on my Father's lap to the shoulder and feel I am in top of world,
I wish I could sleep on my Mom’s lap without any fear of this world.
I want to be a child again….,
To get the care and affection of all world around me,
To cry and laugh for no reason,
I wish I could live without knowing the world around me,
I want to be a child again… and forever...
Off talk: - this is my 3rd writing work in my life. The first one was a Drama, when I was in school. Story, dialogue, and direction by myself. I didn’t have the courage to act in that. It was a great event. Audience didn’t throw anything on us. Thanks god I studied in a disciplined management school. My second adventure was a story for the hostel magazine. The editor made some cut to the story. Later he said there is nothing remaining to publish.
Finally this one, when I was in a park I saw a small boy about 2-3 yr old playing with his father. I was enjoying the feelings and expressions on that little face, the safeness, happiness and all the pleasure. That made me to write this one. Some of my friends told me it doesn’t matter what you write how you write. If you can express something in it, that’s great. It can be improved slowly. Thus I am posting it here; your comments are my encouragement. :)
To be held in my Mom’s hands and feels the safeness in this world,
To climb on my Father's lap to the shoulder and feel I am in top of world,
I wish I could sleep on my Mom’s lap without any fear of this world.
I want to be a child again….,
To get the care and affection of all world around me,
To cry and laugh for no reason,
I wish I could live without knowing the world around me,
I want to be a child again… and forever...
Off talk: - this is my 3rd writing work in my life. The first one was a Drama, when I was in school. Story, dialogue, and direction by myself. I didn’t have the courage to act in that. It was a great event. Audience didn’t throw anything on us. Thanks god I studied in a disciplined management school. My second adventure was a story for the hostel magazine. The editor made some cut to the story. Later he said there is nothing remaining to publish.
Finally this one, when I was in a park I saw a small boy about 2-3 yr old playing with his father. I was enjoying the feelings and expressions on that little face, the safeness, happiness and all the pleasure. That made me to write this one. Some of my friends told me it doesn’t matter what you write how you write. If you can express something in it, that’s great. It can be improved slowly. Thus I am posting it here; your comments are my encouragement. :)
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
The Name
The name, what is in a name? I am always wondered, does name make influence to a person. I have experienced where ever I have been, at least one person asked about the meaning of my name.
Manu George - I don't know what made my parents to select my first name. It means "thinking", "wise", etc. I do think a lot but may not be wise and most of the time it is trouble. My last name George came from my father as in family and tradition.
When I joined nursery school my name was "Jobin George" for a year. It is funny when my fellow freaks called me Jobin, I was going crazy for some days. Then in first grade again back to my original name. This time my buddies were going crazy as I was keep changing my name. Since then I got lots of names through out my life for good and bad, I even lost the count and memory.
Manu George - I don't know what made my parents to select my first name. It means "thinking", "wise", etc. I do think a lot but may not be wise and most of the time it is trouble. My last name George came from my father as in family and tradition.
When I joined nursery school my name was "Jobin George" for a year. It is funny when my fellow freaks called me Jobin, I was going crazy for some days. Then in first grade again back to my original name. This time my buddies were going crazy as I was keep changing my name. Since then I got lots of names through out my life for good and bad, I even lost the count and memory.
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