the new year

the year begins,

with the promise to pass by, as quickly as ever.

inbetween,

we will die a hundred death, live a hundred and one life

we will laugh and cry, a thousand times, 

and then, 

the year will pass by

inbetween,

we will know,

how to dream in those sleepless nights

inbetween,

we will wake up, too late to turn up in office

that day,

to make up for lost hours,

we will leave for home late, sleep late

and again will pass a sleepless night !

and someday inbetween,

in this year,

amidst the yellow flowers,

you will wait for me,

----

i will not arrive there.

I have arrived long ago

I had arrived

while

you were planting the green seeds of these yellow flowers.

But 

you donot know so

and,

you will wait for me amidst the yellow flowers,

while the year will pass by, quickly.

The waiting is always long, 

the year, always too short.

Also, some day

we will go on diet, and cheat

we will search for new jobs

we will fight with many, make up with some

buy new clothes, worship new gods

read new books, keep listening to old songs

and amidst all these, 

the year will pass by,

while we all will remain the same.

Surprisingly,

Every year, its the same thing

a brand new year

the same old us !