Dear 29th Feb,
I didn't meet you every year in my life because of your frequency. It's very rare you came. Since I am born we met on these following years:
1996: Probably our first meeting was beautiful. I was in good mood. I was then pampered and cajoled.
2000: I remember you. I was in the guardianship of my most prized possession like we met last time. Black clouds were though in the sky. I was expecting a rain.
2004: I was expecting a rain, you gave me a hurricane. A part of my soul died.
2008: I first time learnt then I can do a lot of things. Clouds are still there. It is raining. Hurricane is too kissing me now and then. But yes, I managed to have my own world. Sure of one thing that no matter how bad it rains, sun will come up sooner or later.
2012: The rain stopped. Hurricane too. I am waiting for the wind to be more breezy. Sure of one thing, that dinginess does not accompanies me any more.
2016: Finally, Sun is about to rise. Days are fine. But yes I am working hard. Hoping that I will not let the part of my soul die again.
Yes, I didn't mean that you are bad. I mean how good you can be. Be good to me when next time you come. I even open my eyes in dreams to check that whether it is true or not.
Today, its all messy, my life, this post, my words, my heart, strangers, friends so much and still no one.
Next time when you come. I hope you see that the parts of my soul which died and about to die are back to life. As this is the only thing 'my soul' which is not 'messy' but turning dead.
I didn't meet you every year in my life because of your frequency. It's very rare you came. Since I am born we met on these following years:
1996: Probably our first meeting was beautiful. I was in good mood. I was then pampered and cajoled.
2000: I remember you. I was in the guardianship of my most prized possession like we met last time. Black clouds were though in the sky. I was expecting a rain.
2004: I was expecting a rain, you gave me a hurricane. A part of my soul died.
2008: I first time learnt then I can do a lot of things. Clouds are still there. It is raining. Hurricane is too kissing me now and then. But yes, I managed to have my own world. Sure of one thing that no matter how bad it rains, sun will come up sooner or later.
2012: The rain stopped. Hurricane too. I am waiting for the wind to be more breezy. Sure of one thing, that dinginess does not accompanies me any more.
2016: Finally, Sun is about to rise. Days are fine. But yes I am working hard. Hoping that I will not let the part of my soul die again.
Yes, I didn't mean that you are bad. I mean how good you can be. Be good to me when next time you come. I even open my eyes in dreams to check that whether it is true or not.
Today, its all messy, my life, this post, my words, my heart, strangers, friends so much and still no one.
Next time when you come. I hope you see that the parts of my soul which died and about to die are back to life. As this is the only thing 'my soul' which is not 'messy' but turning dead.