Another Year Wasted:
Reflections from a birthday no one asked for
written by: Aravind S B
To the sleepless souls who age quietly,
To the ones who feel too much and speak too little,
To the dreams that didn’t make it,
And the love that did- but maybe won’t last.
Like a birthday thought scribbled at 2 am,
Between heartbreak and hope-
This is for you.
And a little bit… for me.
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Congratulations, child of time,
A silver crown for rust and grime.
Twenty-five years — a grand parade
Of dreams that danced and then decayed.
You aimed for hero, caped in grace,
But comedy etched across your face.
An icon, not of strength, but jest —
Still standing tall, a heart half-dressed.
Try, fail, repeat— your sacred vow,
Unapologetic, breaking now.
Love them hard, then lose them cold,
Hands once warm, now stories told.
You love me back — of this I know,
Yet fate stands guard and won’t let go.
A ghost I fed with hope and time,
A dream that aches because it exists in rhyme.
Care for all, get none returned,
Fires lit, but never reached their peak.
Estranged from hearts you tried to heal,
The fool forgets what others feel.
I earned a scroll they called a key,
But doors still laugh, then lock at me.
Success — a phantom, beyond my reach,
A sermon, life forgets to preach.
You ponder still, you ache, you yearn,
You give the world, get none in turn.
But in this mess, this comic lore,
There’s truth and pain and something more.
So stumble on, dear tragic mime —
Let’s see what’s left before the chime…
To what awaits— oblivion’s time.
- Another Year Wasted - February 5, 2026
