Obession

I've always wanted to get a tattoo…. The obsession has been there for years. I'm not sure when it started but, I remember wanting a scorpion during my 10^th grade. Ofcourse, at that time it was more like “Wow its cool!” but then as time passed my obsession had gained more meaning to it. I wanted to get it not because I want to show it off but it was more than that. Self-expressive.

Yet, I seem to have trouble finding the right type. For the past few years I have been changing the tattoo design from scorpion to peacock feather and so on. Two of my close friends have a tattoo each; a chain with Africa as a pendant around her ankle and the other a mysterious bird. The former represents her patriotism and the latter her mysteriousness in character.(i assume) Both these tattoo had an impact on me that I wanted to get either one of them.

With such an unstable mind, I do feel a lil hesitation but i bet you one day i'm going to wake with a tattoo on my.......

Lend me your hand

Dear friend,
Its been long time since we sat down and spoke. Long time since we shared our thoughts, ideas, our sorrows and joys... in short ourselves. Though you are here, very close to me, yet it feels that we are miles apart.
I dont know where we went wrong again.I keep running through the memory lane over and over again for the glimpse of that point.The care still lingers in my heart making imaginary conversations with you and my eyes will continue to tear in the memory of us.
Lend me your hand now, for the little ray of hope diminishes as my pride, hurt by all the rejection, now overcomes everything else.

Have you forgotten the promise you made?
That you would walk along the path as a well-wisher. Stay friends forever with me.

Is that all lies, like the rest of them all?

And, then one day when all the hope is gone, the care buried deep beneath the scab and the tears dried out, it would just be too late to turn back and hold my hand.