I started this blog an year ago, after I had closed down the one on Blogspot (Que Sera Sera: Life of a Desi Burger). A lot has changed since then, I have a whole lot of new friends in college, I am now engaged, I have two jobs and am a lot more richer than I was before now.
This place became a hide-out for me. I enjoy writing, hell, I want to make a career out of it. And then there was the added plus of dropping all my thoughts on someone who is there whenever I need to vent. But I now have my mom for that, we’re closer than ever. I have finally found that I can talk to her about anything and everything.
My writing these days has become intensely personal, not fit to put up where everyone can read it. So I have decided to close this blog down. My poetry will remain in my diary from now on, I don’t think anyone would mind though.
I’m sorry if I seem to be incoherent. I’m just scared of what life has in store for me and I don’t know how I’ll do as time goes on.
So I leave you all with a heavy heart, here’s the last poem that I wrote (a day before Eid, for some reason I haven’t been able to write after then.)
The dead girl stood smiling
She didn’t hear me call
so I went to see what she
held in her hand.
She was smoke,
mixing with the wisps
from the candle between us.
She was dead,
a dream, my silent
dream.
Yet the note she left me
was all too real.
It said, “You
are dead, no you
aren’t alive.
You are smoke
caught in an undying storm.
You, my dead girl,
will you stay with me
till I am dead too?”
I looked at the dead girl,
at the frozen smile,
then looked at my hand.
Smoke, smoke
The flame from the candle
burned right through.
The wispy smoke
mixed with me.