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The Year Gone By : 2011

It is time and I write again,
again before the clocks chyme,
I take a look at the year passing by,
With a small personal rhyme..


January fused me with a new hope,
with a new friend by my side,
life seemed to be changing,
happiness could be seen riding a high tide..


February was the month of realisation,
when I encountered an unexpected trend,
when I was parted albeit only for hours,
then I realised someone was more than just a friend..


In March I did see Patiala,
saw the greenery of farms,
through only from my hostel room,
I felt the winds of change within my arms...


April was just quiet,
the 'fight' in me simply died,
I submitted to the laws of competition,
tired of it, my mind sometimes cried


May was the time to rejoice,
I was back home as the overjoyed resident,
It did make me forget April,
as a number popped up on my cell, by 'accident' ;)


In June, the temperature rose,
and  my conversations,
with the special 'someone' grew
we continued to come close..


In July I headed for my big city,
to live with my Santa and begin some work,
met some warm professionals,
as my coffers filled with a welcome perk..


August was work, work n work,
I gelled in the new environment,
celebrating my Santa Naani's birthday,
was an over joyous sentiment..


Yes, the 'someone' felt like mine now,
Come September I did admit it as I had felt it grow,
'someone' just became my Sho and told me,
to tell her something she didn't know ;) :P


October came, and so did my day,
when Sho told me what I wanted to hear d most,
my joy knew no bounds, at this gift,
it was like Life finally raising a toast :)


November reminded me,
that life can take as easily as it can give,
for it took away the one person I had grown up loving,
and it was unbelievable that without her, I have to now live..


December prepared me to leave my big city,
but not before I went for my second holiday in 22 years,
And now it is to leave itself,
I hope, with all my tears...


So without further ado I welcome the year 2012,
a year I hope will unite me with my love, my dreams and my passions,
and stop the flow of tears for a long long time,
Hope, love and prosperity filling up my rations... :)

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