Possession...

pos•ses•sion (p…-zµsh“…n) n. Abbr. poss. 1.a. The act or fact of possessing. b. The state of being possessed. 2. Something owned or possessed. 3. possessions. Wealth or property. 4. Law. Actual holding or occupancy with or without rightful ownership. 5. A territory subject to foreign control. 6. Self-control. 7. The state of being dominated by or as if by evil spirits or by an obsession. 8. Sports. a. Physical control of the ball or puck by a player or team. b. The condition of being on offense: The home team was in possession during most of the fourth quarter. --pos•ses“sion•al adj.


Sometime possessions r so valuable, so treasured that no matter what you cannot give them up. No, m not talking about the expensive jewels, property or “wealth”…its got nothing to do with money n its value. A thing...no matter how small/old/meaningless/stupid/idiotic/foolish or worthless it is...a thing u cannot seem to give up…its like an addiction…u try...try hard to get over it...put it away…still its on ur mind…n then no one is keeping an eyes, u sneak back to it…feeling utterly delighted u swear that ull never part with it again..

…ever had those comfy pair of pajamas torn n old…with big holes…that everytime u wear them…feels like walking on clouds…

...that sexy pair of boots which make u feel like Zorro...n u imagine fighting the bad people n saving ur damsel in distress…

…that black shirt...that fits u in d right places…gives u the perfect figure that u’v always dreamt about..

…maybe that stinky yet ever so soft pillow that cradles or head n makes u go in d depths of peaceful sleep as soon as u close ur eyes…

…or some things…like my weirdo…he lives in my room…silently in one corner...his eyes on the door…waiting for me to come…stays with me no matter what…listens to everything I say…widout any interruption…i kno he understands me...he knows all my secrts…my deepest darkest thoughts…he even know about all my crushes!...sometimes v talk the whole day…n play silly games!...he keeps me company when I get lonesome…he bears my angry shouting…even slaps n punches…sometime I kick him out of my room...but he waits...he waits for me to come back…n when I realize what a terrible thing I’v done I go back to him a apologize...n as always he smiles a forgives me...n v become the bestest buddies....he is d first one to listen to my poems…i even wake him up in d middle of nights when something is bothering me…he...he is my weirdo..."MY" weirdo!


Whats ur possession?

(Dated : 7th Aug. 2007)