cry, dear deluded heart, not from nostalgia, but from shame.

Death of the Subconscious

Riding, riding along this foamy wave,
With dreams and hope my way to pave.
(Round and round this same dark cave.)

Whizzing, whirling on this geared bike,
With dreams and hope to ease the hike.
(Racing and racing on this same spike.)

No road's strong that's built in the mind,
No such road will I ever find.
(Save those of the collapsible kind.)

Searching not for the right foundation,
But the right worker and right station.
(All you create will collapse an-) Begone!
You've had enough attention.

Dilution/Dilation

Colours, many a hue and shade;
Truth, so many forms that fade.
What is the truth in colour?
These eyes are ever-searching.

I Beg to Dream

I dreamt of you last night. It was really strange, seeing you after so long. I don't know how I felt when I woke up, glad or sad. Both, I guess. It's a pity I don't have the time to think about it anymore. Oh you'll understand well enough. You're an interesting person, and I'd like to get to know you better. If only we had "world enough, and time"!

Maniacal

'What will your obituary say?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Faces in the Foam

It's in [y]our eyes. It's in [y]our smile.
Words that sound strangely familiar, I've said them so many times before.
Like waves that dash time and time again on the rock wall.

I often wonder, though; everything has a beginning. So when, how and where did this start? We know it began with you. So that's out of the way, we can move on.

Oh running rivers,
Shores that rivers caress!
Oh waves that wipe down crumpled shores,
Why do I see faces in the foam?

Even rock walls crumble some day. Am I to reinforce it or demolish it?

No matter how much time passes, this rock wall will always miss the familiar feeling of waves on it. And continue to blame itself. As will I.

But try as hard as it may, this rock wall can't join the frolicking waves. Sadly it watches on, trying to push the waves away, trying not to hurt them and saving them from pain.

Secretly hoping the waves will never stop trying, and hoping someday they will understand.

and it's time for some acknowledgement, don't you think?

Leave me be

So close, that when you close your eyes, I fall asleep.

It's just been a day. Just a day. Just a wasted day. What I would give for the concentration and determination to finish my work.

I know I can do it. I know I can ace all my subjects. If, in the end, I don't do so, it means I didn't try hard enough. I don't want that situation to arise.

Leave me be, if you please. You're too distracting.

What a falsehood.

I'm way too distracted. And I can't help it.

And so Death takes us,
When we are uncertain still,
Looking back at broken toys on the floor,
Not fully reassured of better replacements tomorrow,
But going off to sleep anyway, eyelids almost overcome with sleep,
And wondering if we've experienced all there is to experience, when one is still
Alive.

crystal mind and magenta feelings

Don't usually do these but i owe Nandita this for a long long time.

Seven random facts about me:
1. I don't like sleeping.
2. I get restless and fidgety if i sit still for more than 10 mins.
3. I dream really really weird dreams when i sleep in a particular room in my house.
4. I sleep in that room as often as i can to get those weird dreams.
5. Like N., i adore the rain.
6. I learn French.
7. I'm teaching myself to play the keyboard.

Seven things that scare me[hmm this is tough]:
1. People who change drastically.
2. Becoming too detached. or attached.
3-7. I really don't know! sorry N.

Seven songs:
1. Blind - Lifehouse
2. Sweetness - Jimmy Eat World
3. Sugar We're Going Down - Fall Out Boy
4. Numb - Linkin Park
5. Gone - Kelly Clarkson
6. Believe - Yellowcard
7. I Want U - Savage Garden (all-time favorite)

Seven things I like(sorry N. if i seem to copy a lot of ur stuff. similar taste haha!) :
1. The rain. No, getting drenched in it. especially if it's cold.
2. My class.
3. Cedar Red Cross Youth
4. Music - all kinds
5. Poetry
6. Running along east coast.
7. Dreaming and dreaming all day (don't be deceived by attentive look).

Seven bad habits:
1. I procrastinate. a lot.
2. I don't like studying.
3. My room is always untidy.
4. I dream too much.
5. I waste lotsa time doing unnecessary stuff.
6. I'm not as dedicated as i should be, to anything.
7. -you tell me-

Seven victims:
-nil-


haha. so there you go, N. it's quite boring yea. oh well.

Short is the hour that's passed in jest.

How dreary is this lonely hour.
An hour that lasts a lifetime.
The shorter man is reaching to the next number,
Hurry, oh do hurry!

Perhaps the next hour will be better.
But it's all in a neverending circle, these numbers.
It's a trap, I can't get free,
Won't give up yet, no, not me.

So, stand up and challenge me.
Beat my equivocation if you can,
And attempt to beat my feeling.