Dreams are like clothes. People grow out of them. And then they need to be modified a bit for them to fit again. The stitches need to be let out of the pants, maybe a belt needs to be bought, the shirt might have to be mended.

Sometimes though, the old dreams need to be thrown away, even though the oldest things are the most comfortable. It's like throwing away that tattered blankie, or the oversized shirt with holes in it which smells and feels just right. Like old dreams, which don't fit anymore.

Yes, this coming from a hoarder like me is a little contradictory, but I've understood that some things need to go, only to make place for better ones.

So those old dreams, though comfortable and just right, need to go. Or need to be modified, fixed. Whatever makes them fit better.

Because hey, what else do we work towards but making those dreams come true.

It's four!

I just realised it.

This blog, a dumping ground for my ideas, fears and everything in between, turned four this month. Four years this old thing has been chugging along. Collecting all the bits and pieces I have fed it over the years. Sometimes one post post per month, sometimes none, sometimes more; it has taken it all and stored it away.

A testament to me.

Four long years it has been since I decided I wanted to keep writing. With or without readers. With or without comments.

My first post was on Aug 12, 2008. And it's belated, but HAPPY 4TH BIRTHDAY, THINGS AND THOUGHTS!

And to all of you who have read and commented and stuck with it, thank you.

Here's to you, dear blog.

Broken poems

Later
Soon
Never
Just words so casually spoken

Promises made
Easily forgotten

Hours spent
Watching the seconds tick down

Waiting
While everyone rushes ahead

Tiptoeing
Through broken glass

Every sentence measured
Edited
Chopped down

A life on hold
Trips never taken
Memories never made

A future
Never to be

Thoughts
Taboo
Forbidden

Dreams locked away
The key hidden forever

Empty letters
Broken poems