The Whys & Whats Of My Blog

4 years. thats how long i have been here. 2007 december 8. the very first update was made here, the name of the blog wasnt this, it didnt look like this also. from there i have come a long way, met many people, and i have changed to. so have this blog.

i never wrote to please people. why blog then ? because i wanted some space. where i can talk, where i can scribble and what not. i love poetry. call me no pro in it. all i do is to write from my life. my life is my topic, thats the only thing i can write with authority.. my life is all i have, and thats what lives in here to.

i wanted space and i had it here. then it took forms. when i wanted to grab attention, i got it from here, and this place did help me in lot many ways. the way i am, this place defines it. how much did my life teach me? a lot. what all have i gone through ? experiences. what have i gained? knowledge. what have it done to me, made be better. how do i feel about it ? happy. what did i realize from here, i am on my on and so are everyone else. their own.

why the blog? because i wanted space.
who are my audience? why physical existance
who write here? my alter ego
what does he write about ? my life and its moments
what is my favourite topic ? life. it amazes me and him
what difference has blogging done to me ? nothing much. i love being here.
will i ever quit blogging ? never.
am i bothered about readers comments and everything else of blogging ? no.
why so ? because this is my space to come and kill my thoughts, if someone reads, and appreciates, i will be happy. if someone relates,i will again be happy. if someone criticizes, i will learn. if someone ignores i will ignore.
what is this blog all about ? my life again.
what do i write? lines called poems from my life, moments of my life.
what the title "graveyard"? because its here that i kill all my thoughts.

what changes have this blog gone through ? it used to be a clean ade of my lifes happenings once. i then realized the need for keeping things to myself and have taken away being so personal over here. yet, everything i write relates directly to my life, it leads to my life.

what do i give people ? trust. i trust people.
what if they break it? they wont ever stay again in my life.

what do i love? everything about life
what have i learned? to live and never to complain. to not get attached to anything. to act matured.
what do i still do ? complain.
why ? because its still human nature.

what do i plan next ? blog.shravanraghunath.com
why ? because i still need space.
when ? i do not know.

Happy Being Sad

He would wait for her to pass by him,
A nod of head, his gesture would be
And a heartwarming smile, hers.
Or he would walk down all the way
And stand by the tree, to catch a view,
His heart, skipping a beat, every time.
Things were more unsaid between them.
No letters were even exchanged.
Yet she managed to read his heart.
How much ever did he fake to prove stiff,
She unfolded the tender side in him.
She knew him, and all his inferiorities.
Nothing did she say, except that
I’ll be around when you’re down.
If having you by my side is
What I get for being sad,
I would forever be sad, and
Happy having you around me..
He whispered in her ears and
hand in hand, they walked forever.

The Visitor

An eternal wait for your arrival
The wait for you to take me then,
You kept on visiting me, and,
You brought no fruits, no sweets.
Every time I asked you to carry me,
With you, and make me yours,
You said, it’s not time yet,
And then you would leave,
Only to come back and smile at me again.
You stood by me in my pain,
You lend me your shoulders, yet
Your face, unseen and unknown.
And one sound night,
In my hour of bliss,
You came and called me out.

Sealed by your lips
I sweat to death
And your face so pale,
Grew bright with my blood,
And I saw you, for once, and all
Mortality, thy name.
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