Seasons

Seasons come and seasons go, years pass like minutes

People come and people go, we live our life in units

Memories of the past often overshadowed by routine

Gone are the days when friends used to be the Bulletin

A l'il time we actually give to ourselves

While running behind everything,

And that's the point Life starts becoming boring....

Comments

The Atom said…
Hmm.. liked the begining.. but the end some how did quite reach.. lol.. but yes the boring factor is so evident!! :-)
November 12, 2008 at 6:35 AM
deeps said…
those that care to sit a while ... last the longer
November 12, 2008 at 9:05 AM
shri said…
xpected end(boring nd all)hmm ha hmm ha
January 24, 2009 at 9:15 PM
CJo said…
Boooring!!!! :) lol
January 24, 2009 at 10:52 PM
Poorva said…
mala ikde tikde sarkha bore hota tyala ata kay karnar
January 26, 2009 at 9:00 AM
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