over. again.
tired out
the best way to spend the last and therefore the first day
was their beautiful company
and they give one reason
to look forward to new yr's day.

and this time round
i realised
that my expectations swallowed me.
since then
i realised
that it ceased being a rat race
but one of fulfillment.
and we're only accountable
to ourselves
in this aspect.
to put our pens down
and smile.
they've never put forth
any expectations
yet it has silently crept in on me
resulting in
the extremes of emotions.
and i was reminded again
that all these
are but unworthy pursues
for the ones worthy of our efforts
are those standing by us
giving the reason
to stop in our tracks
and return a word of thanks.

an aim for the next seven days at least:
to dine with her
and knock down the door
between us at 7pm
to watch silly shows together
and listen to her
tell me abt her day
and nag.

i read this.
"King or road sweeper, everyone dances with the Grim Reaper".

will you give me your first dance
before your last one comes