Smells like home..

I know it is a really long poem. It is about a pup on the street. Dogs identify the world through smells. They remember people through distinctive smells. As I love to write about bugs and animals, here is a poem on a pup.

I feel so lost in this world of smells.
On unfamiliar terrains I do dwell.
I wonder how I ended up here in this dump.
Was I born here near this dry pump?

The world I feel through my nose.
Hoping somebody will find me by my howls.
In every smell I try to find my home.
But all becomes unbearable as I roam.

Fighting for food with my look alikes.
I try not to whimper when the hunger strikes.
On the cold night I shiver with pains.
I try to forget it by gazing at my fur stains.

Next day I wake up and smell hope.
A little being stands on hind legs near the slope.
I walk towards him with a glad heart.
I can smell a good being it is like an art.

I forget the days spent on this ground.
I know in my heart to where I am bound.
This little being that smells of hope.
I pledge to protect him and I lope.

With his fore paws he clutches me to him.
And I smell in his whole being.
Now I know why I am here.
The purpose of life becomes clear.

On unfamiliar terrains I am again.
But now I smell home everywhere.
With all stains on my fur removed.
I smell the delicious smell of food.

I know in my heart what my duty is.
To protect this smell of hope and home.
To see a smile on this little being.
To hear the laughter that smells real good.
To follow this being where ever he goes.

I promise to make his life as smiley as mine.

The Preps.

As my birthday is approaching, I thought of writing a post on what my friends can give me on my birthday. I know, I know, it is not very nice of me to give my friends a list. But still here is a list of things which I want.

1) I recently bought the most uncomfortable slipper in the whole world. In my defense, it looked great on my feet. I mean super great. But the slipper had other ideas. I got shoe bite first and now it just slips off my feet. On top of all that I paid 1500 for that. So, my birthday gift would be not a new pair of slippers, but take these from me. Please, I beg ya. I am ready to give it away for free to a really nice friend. Its been worn for just 4 days. So please could ya.

2) SAMSUNG GALAXY TAB 311. It has a built in reading mode. It would be the perfect gift. So I would like some of my friends to think really really think hard about this one. It can make me really very happy :). And you need not give me gifts for another 5 or 6 years. :) How awesome is that deal ? Eh ?? :) :)

3) This is a easy one. Download the hunger game series and mail it to me. I want the .epub files. I searched a lot for a whole minute. But dint find it online. So if somebody could search it for me. Even a link from where I can download it for free is fine. And if that link does not give me the e-books then thats not really a nice gift now is it.

4) Suggest me an fantasy/fiction series. I have already read Harry potter, Game of thrones, The dark tower and I am going to read hunger games, lord of the rings and sandman. So apart from these. If anyone could suggest me a series which has been completed or will soon be completed (I am tired waiting for the next in series books of game of thrones, the author writes one book every three years), that would be an awesome gift.

5) Read one of my blog posts and comment on it. I mean it. Most of my friends don't read my blog.

See, I am not such a bad person. All reasonable gifts. Now you have the list, go crazy and surprise me :). I will act surprised I have been practicing it all week. ;) :) :)

First Impressions #1

Not exactly the first conversation but happened on the 3rd or 4th day.

Me: Do you know the guy who sits beside me?
Colleague: Hmm. No.
Me: The guy who speaks loudly on phones.
Colleague: Ahh. That guy.
Me : I feel that he is screaming in my ear. Sometimes, I feel like taking a chair and throwing it at him. (Gives a big smile).
Colleague: (A quizzical look).

Inner self.

I don't need anybody, see?
I just need myself to be with me.

My inner self which drives me.
Which does not take a break from trying me.

Which has a great sense of humor.
Which makes my stomach hurt with laughter.

Which gives me advice to make things right.
Which leads me to places bright.

That inner self with its stupid little voice.
That inner self which is always right.

Which likes to write lame poems.
Which loves to read that crazy stuff.

That inner self which i seem to have lost.
Which i am trying hard to find wit all the strength i have got.

That inner self which is still eluding me.
Without which i cant complete this.

To give..

Like a flower among the weeds, beautiful but still a waste.

Like an animal in a cage, ferocious with no freedom.

Like a single tree in a building, growing alone with no wind to seek.

Like a cool breeze blowing over empty lands.

Like a life lead, with so much to give but no one to take.