An Angel....

Does anyone believe in angels …yah …obvious…
As we grow older we find it so kiddish…girly stuff..or they are just imaginary characters to please kids.
Then why as kid we hear, believe..look out for them..
Why in christmas we hung out socks for santa to put our present in???

Pratical, like the rest of grown ups we bury in our hearts and act like one.
Sometime i feel like laughing at this...why not?
People donot want to be the way they are...just for some other(God know who) they want to be someone they are not....I guess...I am no different either....

Sometimes, I let the little kid, the little girl play its tantrum..I know people around keep saying making me realise ' Grow up...stop acting like a kid...be more matured '...they donot understand and... I donot... All I know is its just one life,why cannot anyone do wat they want to...i guess most of time we are confused or wondering...or the society..is it right as a grown to behave this way ....ahhh..

Like i believe in signs...I do believe in angels...yah they donot have wings..they are not dressed in white...they donot float on clouds....They are one just like me more human..
Sometimes I honestly feel i like the kal ho na ho type...serious...maybe...claiming to be serious typeo...may be i might be...God knows..some angel would make me smile ..change my life overnight...(smiles)..funny to think also...filmy (smiles)

Well,I guess I always look out for angels….yah …I do...sometimes i try being one....
All a sudden i realise i just have this life, this identity..i would be gone oneday...practically mixed up with earthy element(Wind,water,fire,land)...

All I want to do is now...days are going shorter..year vanishing...year of life, like the grain of sand slipping out of my hand....I kept going ....

When i look back ...I feel.. I am the gardner in a garden..look after a plant..in the tough years..be with it ..gave it a life ..and when it was at its best ..blooming, and reaping fruits...when i suppose to enjoy that ...I happily looked at the other plant and its tough years...and cycle continues....but i guess the plant was always angry ...that i ignore it...when it was at the best...but the truth was i always watched it ...every plant has been dear to me...but no one ever understood it...

Was my thought mean/ wrong...I donot think so..
In all this where am i...slogging...working hard...no one saw that.
Am i being the angel...even if so...i am looking for angle...even more funny...
But, till date i never found my angel....

I wonder now ,do angels exist....may be not...they really donot?
I just think, it would be better to cling that angles exist..and for me ....
I still continue being the gardener...