Oldest soda, love

Love is a dog, mad one of course. so goes one of the most confusing defimitions of love given by my roommate. He is now a regular supplier of this kind of definitions, with such an energy to make the most capable mba graduate go nuts about the demand - supply - value relationships. I don't ask for any kind of an explanation, he dumps a hundread per hour out on me. I am fed up.
You want samples? Love is that wheel on which the whole world rotates. Its that which is everythihg.
I will get you more later.

Oldest new thing and Latest new thning

What is the oldeset new thing that I can remember? I am tryign to recollect it..Hmm tough job. all the data goes back to the monstor days and almost everyting was new. I remember getting new toys ( not much of plastic, though. We 'invented' most of them - ) new friends, new vehicles on the road ( I still remember seeing the ponthan lorry, a lorry which can push its loading part to a slanted position so unload easily. I wanted to be its driver), new dress ... everything was new...
Now i am old enough to lose the fragrance of freshness in new things. I bought a watch today for my sister, well its new. looks good, she will like it. happy. and I am sending someting to my sister from overseas, well that is also something new, well...
there is a difference. I have lost the freshness of new. New is not new any more. Its all old...
My sister sent me a poem (to make her happy, i will abase the word 'poem' a little bit(I dont understand this. If I found someone close enough doing something good enough to appreciate, the fastest way of execution i can think of is to make fun of him/er(may be i am an idiot(company standards wont allow more than 3 nested levels. My thought process usually breaks down before startng the second one, can bloger handle this(?))))) one in my mother toung. about childhood and all that light and warm water. well it was indeed a good poem but..
what is new in it? I have read many by her already in with similar arguments. childhood was a good itme and we are all screwed up now. this is the generic summary of all her poems. what is new in it?

Well what is there in a new thing? its all the same after some times..

everything and anything in life is negligible that you can simply ignore it. Death is the end which we dont want or can not escape from. Everything else that we lose or gain is just nothing..Whatever we do we end up the same place..

I heard this idea again after a long time, recently. I have heard it before. I have been chasing death for some time.
and I had found that everything in life should be so important that you can readily die for it. Just the other way around....

and the latest old thing is that I am getting over the past now. slowly, but surely. Is it anything new?

When emptyness fills in...

wow..
again i am here, wondering why i came here.
well......
Separations...
Close friends are moving away.
Closer ones are already so far.
But its all for good. They are going to be happy. Me too...
And the life will go on.
Sometimes i wonder how could i get attached so much to anything around me so fast.
Well, and life goes on...

They were not there yesterday.
They wont be there everyday.
Sometimes the roads cross, you never know,
And then we walk together till time won't allow.

Its so sad that the time dies out
Even before you ever make out
that the times that you loved are all long gone
And emptiness fills your soul, all out and in.

I have no doubt that the times will come back
with the promise of unseen pathways to cross
There I will find more faces with smiles
new ones, old faces, many roads to pass.

A few of them smooth, a few of them rough
a few of them full of flowers and light
Ones you are through its all so gone
but of course the memories, they are always mine

Sometimes it hurts when i can not keep up
with the speed of life, when I am left all alone
It hurts much more when the slowness evades
and takes me too slowly to a junction i know

I been through this many times, that i know
i will be through this again, yes I know
but still tears flows down, i just cant keep them in
they wash away most of dust from the past.

Waiting for me are more ever winding roads
they keep crossing, some just passes by,
And at the end of my journey i wish
I'll be alone, without tears, clean of dust.

ItStartsWithOne..

Well, life is getting too messed up and I keep failing in keeping up with time. Have not tried anything new for a long time. Shall we?
I have lost the other chap with whom I used to talk the most, rather think most. These days are not as good as I hoped them to be..
And I have not been in touch with the one, the closest one, I can not say he keeps showing up these days. May be I was not watching.
And Pesu have probably been hybernating... Idiot. Gotta wake him up.
And here, I am going to take a diversion........ I am going to 'U turn' my state of mind...
Here, it starts...n, n-1,n-2...... 0. That was technically a countdown, stupid; )Pesu will not understand. He is not that techie... Better than that - he do dont take him to be more techie than he really is..)
Well the wheels gaonna roll now. That makes me think of the definition of love I recently suffered. Kinda stuff on which the world (not sure- might have been the universe or the life or something else that the author had no idea about) runs. I am still taking medicine and concentrated hydrochloric acid to digest it..
Well I will try to do more of this 'hard thinking' for sure. I kinda like it. May be I can keep these as my digital diary. I do not want others to see my diary but of course I dont mind anyone reading my notes....