Blahsphemy

I have been around for so long that wishing someone a happy new year has become so cliched. No one I had wished earlier is around to prove that my wish had worked for them. Some seemed to have a good time while others didn't. I feel it would've been the same even if I hadn't wished them. Maybe it's my age that has nurtured this cynicism. Geologists claim that I am from the paleolithic era. That's why they have kept me secure in this room, away from the vagaries of pollution and solar flares deep in space. From here I see my Earth spinning happily and churning out year after year. Before the lights in my room go off, let me wish you a very happy new year, anyway. 

Why does it feel like I have switched eternity off with the flick of a switch? Why did the globe stop spinning? Did anyone mess with the revolution engine? It can't be. The last time it happened was when that fool Kraken was with us. Now we have safely deported him to Urs324. Let me go and check that.  

I am rich, I am famous, thought the bitch down the foyer.  Another infamous wretch, thought everyone else.  

Something started when everything ended. Profound, thought the old owl. He was never wise enough to think that he was the one that started it all. All this starting and ending stuff right at the start. Now that makes a fine ending right?

Silence speaks volumes No words are exchanged Yet nothing remains unsaid

Indelible scars hasty words etch   Moments fly anti clockwise when unduly stressed Life, my friend, is depressed

There was a time when time and tide never used to wait. Now technology has become so advanced that they wait for everyone. But then how can you call it progress when everything is frozen in time according to someone's whim? So my sunrise will be your sundown. Does it make any sense? Wait; let me set the clock back to where we started.