Dystopia

Juz read a simply brillant piece on dystopia.
http://chronicle.com/free/v51/i15/15b01001.htm
Muz read.
Seriously.
Ok.
I'm exaggerating.
One more paper to go.
Holiday beckons.
Admitedly,
I havent really studied with any consistency at all.
Yet i'm pretty optimistic for my eventual grades.
A little optimism wont kill,
Would it?

Bittersweet symphony

The after-rain mirrors my mind.
The torrent ends,
But it takes much longer to dry,
For remnants to leave.
It is not without a trace they leave,
For memory of the rain lingers on,
Haunting me everytime it pours again.
It's such a good time,
To feel sad and melancholic,
For the mist permits me so.
It hides the vulnerable part of me,
From prying eyes and sensitive souls.
Yet i want solace and comfort,
From trusty hearts,
To remind me I'm not alone,
And that I wont be.
It is on this new path,
That I seemed to have left people behind,
At the crossroads.
It didnt cross my mind,
Till I encountered rough patches.
What does this then make me?
One who forgets those who had been there for him,
Whenever the sun shines?
One who deceives himeslf,
That he embodies "For better or worse",
But in fact is far from it?
One who gets caught up in his own little web,
And forgets that the rest of the world,
Still spins?

I see in every faceless passer-by,
A blur hue of colours;
Images and shadows of you.
I drank that strong bitter coffee,
And it tasted bland.
I was more bitter.
With a throbbing head,
I stumbled home,
And seeked that plush bed of mine.
Bitterness had melted away,
For anger and vindictiveness,
Do not drive out bitterness,
Nor do they make things right again.
It is love that does so.

In the early morning sun
With a backpack on my back....
(whatz the next line?)

Less than 7 hrs to my 1st paper,
And still a stack of notes not revised,
I'm officially screwed.
In trying to get my sleeping habits back on track,
i.e. Sleep at night and wake in the morning,
I've found myself feeling sleepy ever so often,
And yawning incessantly,
Any time of the day(and night).
Sigh.....
Hope the questions dont screw me up big time.....
*crosses fingers and toes*
Yah lah,
And here I am acting cute.
Gawd!!!!!
I attribute it down to exams blues,
Or rather one who knows his trip to the gallows is inevitable.

Filtered sunshine

After one whole night of studying,
Or rather a couple hours of studying,
(Rest of the time consisted of crapping, eating air, and playing mastermind)
I am here,
At Temasek,
Winding down,
Crinkling against the glare,
Of thoughts and reflections,
That filtered through slanted blinds,
Riding on the rays,
That seemed to want me to see.
I had seen,
Some time ago,
But i had pushed into the recess of my mind,
These disturbing insights.
As i read,
I felt that remoteness,
That despair of one,
Who has had a taste,
But only a taste of what bliss is all about.
Long not,
For all bliss will come,
To the one who always believe,
To the one who always seems to miss out,
To the one who is always helpful,
Who sees in others,
What he wants for himself.
I'll say:
Look not into others' mirrors,
But into your soul,
On why failure seems to seek you.
Let your soul be your inquisitor,
And you the defendant.
Let you be honest with only yourself,
For it is time to stop pretending,
Even to your own soul.
Be the pattern of all patience,
For you are better off than Lear,
Who only saw on his deathbed.
Sometimes,
There are paths less travelled,
Words not spoken,
Emotions unexhibited,
People not met,
And love not found,
Yet.
What's gone,
Just let them go,
Away with the ebbing of time,
And into the the realm of emotional photographs.
Longing for what's lost,
And imagining what might have been,
Serves only to blind you,
To the multitude of opportunities,
Of acquaintances,
Of conversations,
Of unfamiliar emotions,
Of new waters.
Let loneliness,
Not encapture you in its grim grasp,
But rather,
Let bygones,
Meander down,
To the a place,
Where all things past reside in solace.
Rather than trying to capture,
Ephemeral rays of sunlight;
Bask in their warmth and glory and transience,
And marvel at all that colourful experience,
And let them go,
For if sunlight is to retain its beauty and enigmatic qualities,
It muz be free and unbounded,
And most of all,
Temporary.

In anticipation of an old friend (who never came)


On this night,
I lost sleep,
Among other things,
More worthy than sweet Lullaby.
A promise is meant to to be kept,
Despite many discontented silences.
Old and forgotten emotions flood back.
All that i did not want to experience,
Reacquainted;
Just like in old times.
I wont insist that you stay.
It is with much reluctance
And doubts that I sent you off.
No.
I am not sad.
Just that ache,
That empty ache
Of loneliness,
Loneliness that one has to bear,
Ocassionally;
For no one can accompany me,
Forever.
Yes.
I understand that.
I accept that.
Still,
Loneliness accompanies
Me.
Swift and fleeting.

I will not give up!!!

Some things are just so cruel,
Some paths just dont lead to that door,
Some games are such that you dont have to win,
Some rewards dont come from the final goal,
But from the process.