My Death

I was happy..or atleast content with what I had going for me..I roamed lot of places and went great distance..I had everything figured out..and it all seemed so apparent..I was part of big group (you can call it famil)y and was never lonely there was never an disagreement..Pain had not shown his face sinces eons..Could things be more perfect ...?
But then they told me I would have to leave..I knew I was going was to die...Knowing that I may never be able to do wonderful things that I take for granted now was as hard as having to part from the group I had spent my life with....I thried to think of it is as change but I knew I was going for long suffering..I did not want to die but I had no option..
I could not hold back ,I felt tears forming in me..and thus I was born.

Waiting to be Reincarnated...

If you know me then you know that I am not a big sports buff or big politics buff or big anything buff..
I am a very simple guy @heart.I love the things I love...
Its true I am melancholic most of the time and I know not what being happy means..but I have my moments..
I like not doing anything ..I like(d) going on walks..I like reading book ..I like introspecting...Getting inspired by fictitous characters..getting lost in thoughts ..I never thought some body could take even this away from me...
Now swampped by work and clouded by fear of my incompetency in new environment..I have lost it.... lost my thoughts..my characteristic ..my hobbies..I have lost things that defined my individuality...I have stopped caring about Things dear to me ...Waiting for someone /something to infuse fresh batch of life in me..