Birthdays are not my favorite days.
I'm not trying to be bleak But I have a history of being weak And soft for birthdays and special occasions Things are changed now as many questions arose I don't understand what we aim from the celebration Are we celebrating personal achievement or simply 'us'... Are we admitting our ability to adjust... To life and its ups and downs? Do we send our wishes to the ones... From whom we aspire having it returned to us... Or simply those we truly deeply appreciate... Even whose mutuality we cannot guarantee ? Are birthdays reminders or act of kindness... Evoking our insignificance... Or shedding light on our existence? Why some of them are guilt free and others joyless... Are we naive to be accepting attention shamelessly... Or mature if it moves us cheerlessly? Birthdays are not my favorite days But I favor every span from birth to memory Of my loved ones similarly So for those in the other end only I wish a happy birthday to me :)