Da murk of da day instils a sense of lonilness inside meh... i kno its not da real aspect of interpretation but i guess i can xplain a lot further 2 my grasp.....
all da while m in ma kolej 4 nothin... my onli 1 clas 4 da day was cancelled after some tym of waitin in vain... m not hapi coz i feel like i hve nothin more 2 do @ dis peak of tym... n so i m bloggin... just 2 kill da tym wid my words..... anticipating i can do justice 2 ma bullshit n cowardly sentences n extracts.....
As i strol out in2 da outside world thru da sqaure panelled window, i m stil lost beneath da cloud dat have ribboned my brightness... i feel no sunshine splashed on my earthy brow... i long 4 da l'll spark dat will lite up dis morbid moment... I feel life swayin away wid da breeze not 2 catch hold of da mighty wind... gentle yet soothin... a complete abstract 2 da animosity of life....
i remember of days when
i longed 4 da stilness of da hour....
da persistence of da running tym....
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da voluminous cord of da monday blues....
instinct dat favoured my mournin tales....
when i was da lone prisoner of own anguish.....
when i was held captive in ma own scribbled law....
when moment fathomed da true lies of da cherished past....
when i couldn't b some1 else just 4 da sake of being meh,.....
and here i am again.. in da face of da might...
stilll reverin in da closeness of da evanescence of da days gone by....
if i am able 2 rejunivate maself back 2 da era of incommunicado eliote den yesterday is surely not an issue...
after dose heavy hours of light makeshift, i laid back on da couch... i felt da need of filling in my long lost diary... i hovered over my unwarranted dates, i saw da feel wid my own hands, dat da past is stil incomplete.. i was held back from approchin further. stil, to redeem da need of regain my quiverin writting, i jotted down some points,... dat i wel cherished over da past few days to few hours of infactuation..... suddenly i remembered of da first poem dat i wrote..... i had written it, i guess 4 da 2nd issue of a journal which later became da poem 4 my competition.. i gladly remember i also got da prize for it.. but i dnt seem to remember anythin of wat i wrote. my only hardcopy, my english lecturer took it form meh saying that it will b published in da kolej annual magazine. i left da kolej dat year, so i have no idea what happened 2 my lost poem..
the poem was titled "THE ULTIMATUM" If my convulations holds stil intact, thn i m adamant dat in dat poem, i tried 2 decipher da senescence of lfy... da haitus dat lfy puts @ da tym of nocturnal living... da comparision bwtween a picturesque and a grosteque living....
i m tryin my best 2 recover my faded memory dat i had filled in wid so much curiousity,..... i hope i can bring it alive though it may b just a simple effort of dat grand tym...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hmmm dis is not my swansong.... rather it is da courtesy of tym dat is allowing meh 2 configure wat is my own? caboodle of ideas and thoughts spranging out of da untrodden convulations, stil i transfigure lfy in da face of tym... my eng. lecturer was best 2 advise meh on da subject of expectations!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHEN XPECTAIONS R HIGH, REALITY FALL SHORT!!!!!!!!!!!! dats da postscript of da hour.... esp, after hearin out my damn result..... i accept it wid humility coz i hve expected it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
so here i hold back my caboodle of flyin freaks.....
adaios..... ..
p.s. " u die every second of ur lfy 2 b reborn in da next second"
