Positively Yours: The Diaries of a Pessimist

Round and round it goes, Whence it starts is a mystery When it will end Is an answer I do not know. The sands of time are running out For me that is. For you it may be the start Of wondrous tales yet to pass. Slowly the clock ticks Unhindered in its path. It has a proclivity it seems To erase all that has passed. The leaves, they fall They die, they grow anew. Until perdition and indeed beyond Time will have the final laugh. And life moves on like it's nothing new Yet it bequeaths unto us a force That makes it feel forever fresh That is the gift of love my friend - It makes the world go round. Walk hand in hand, Witness the joys of life. And unlike the select few, You needn't encounter strife.

They walk hand in hand. From their quaint home Till the bus stand. Their eyes shall never part. Either this life or the next They will feel each other's heart. Their hearts beat together now Though when time will have taken it toll They will beat together still. They are lovers, forever entwined In the loving embrace of love They will never grow old to find That they have lived with each other enough So sees the man across the street. And as tears roll down his cheek Though he never know companionship For a moment, his heart did skip a beat. 

Hello There! How do you do? I'm sure you're well I'm fine here And hope you're well too. Isn't the water too cold? I swear its true. Nay, it feels fine against my skin. I'm made of a tougher mold. Should I regale you with a tale of mine? Of a day at work. Or of my reminisces I promise to be worth your time. The talks start thus, and time starts to flow. I loose myself in the conversation. The company of my friend Makes my mood suddenly glow. But all good things must come to a close And I turn off the tap And as the water ceases to flow I turn my back to the mirror And slowly close the door. 

Hi,   So I know that you haven't been wondering why I chose to suffix pessimist on my blog. I'll be honest, I thought it would sound catchy. I thought I would take the silent and brooding loner path towards getting noticed.   This is not completely true though, my saying that I chose this name completely out of my desire for higher page views. It is only partially true. The complete truth is that I chose to highlight a facet of my psyche which stands out from my peer group and consequently has become an acronym for my character. I have long since been the Pessimist of my group, my family and for that fact any gathering that I choose to attend.   As a child it bothered me. I mean to say it couldn't have been easy for a 6 or 7 year old to constantly be reprimanded for what my dad likes to call "Negative thinking". I remember wondering what it was that was so unforgivably wrong with my mindset when all I strived to do was understand how things work. How they rea...

Drip drip drop The rain falls on my hair Tip tip top It flows down the street. Shy and coy Lights flutter in a distance And the hazy smoke rises Clouding my vision. I stay rooted to the spot But my sight wanders To far off places Reminiscing times spent elsewhere. Memories of years spent in the rain Overwhelm me with nostalgia. And as the drops trickle down my face I feel the rain shedding a tear for me.

The wind flows subtly through my hair. Memories long dead speak from the grave. The night feels yet so young. The shoulders of companions still hold so strong In their solace shall i confess to all the sins All that i have loved and lost Shall I lose it once again..? Forever shall I be haunted by the ghosts Of a past which was not to pass Of deeds and actions which had not to last. Burn their reminiscences shall this night. Or i shall burn in this plight Still i seek her touch,her smile To pursue this dream, i shall go many a mile No, i have not forgotten you In my deepest corners, you still reside Your memories haunt me from a land afar The untold experiences tear at my heart. For my mouth is shut but my heart still bleeds. The wounds are fresh though time has had its treat. My victory lies in this defeat For your presence shall my heart cry loud. Forever and for always till He take the word from my mouth My princess, no. i have not forgotten you This pauper s...

A wisp of smoke, A grain of dust, He came and he spoke, To nothigness thence did he dissapear. He lived, He rode, He laughed and spread a cheer. Yet his parting craved to draw a reminse of a tear. This he sees, This he feels, To oblivion shall be his parting This he very well knows. He laughs, He still spreads the cheer. For him the world shrinks to every soul he holds dear. Yet one day he will be gone, From the world of men To the golden throne. Thither shall his fate lie Thither shall he shed his tears. To the unwitting eye, He spreads naught but a cheer.