WHEN YOU ARE NOT GONE...

its the beginning of me...
how can i not see...
its a new start...
like the arrow in the dart...
the old castle floats away...
like the dream that drifts faraway...
i would like to stand and stalk...
but all i can do is sit and talk...
its the end of me...
i am blinded in that belief...

M HAPPY DAT U CROSSED DA THRESHOLD...

Many a months of waiting 4 your sight, I am glad that that many a waiting has finally pushed to a stand still. I dunno if I can hold back those tears of seeing you again after those 25 months of yearning! I am completely lost in the idea of holding onto your arms for any length of time that I can feel the embarrassment right now. I know you had a hard time fighting my words and gulping those silly insults within yourself, but I admit that they all meant nothing more. I knew I had to fight for you when you spoke less to me and cried more to yourself. Though it is hard to fathom the feelings of a tough guy, I did try my best to carry you within myself and shed a tear or two. How hard I may try but I can seem to realise that I will equal your love and care. You have shielded our family from cold and rain And yet again I promise, I will stand by you through thick and thin.

I am longing to see you hoping that my face can remind you somebody you would always call your Lil Sista!

CAN I CRY TO THE WIND???

 I may cry to the wind but only my heart hears the sobs....

Its a hard trail to let the rain wash away the tears, unless the wind dries it off.

Never in my mere life, did I ever whisper to the wind to blow away my anger and carry my burden for miles away from me.

can i ever tell the morning breeze to blow softly and brush away my sleepless winks.

Could I ever tell them to lift my sleep eyelids?

Can I still ask for everlasting sleep when the night is over but my days are darker than the moonless night?

Is it ok if I tell the soft wind to swing me in its arms and make me forget the days lingering thoughts?

Will it make sense if I inquire the wind about its whereabouts coz i too wanaa join them and blow at my own might.and if I ever ask the thunder what is their might, can I ever get its answer back? coz i am curious enough to ask the thunder to take me in their light and make me glow all over again.

Do you think it is questionable if I question the thunderbolts if they ever bolted their thunderous roar?

If I think it is non-questionable, is it still fair if I question them about their curfew?

Can I please ask the wind to forsake the empty air, if ever I throne some space for myself?

CAN I ASK FOR A JUSTIFICATION?

 I may cry to the wind but only my heart hears the sobs....
Its a hard trail to let the rain wash away the tears, unless the wind dries it off. Never in my mere life, did I ever whisper to the wind to blow away my anger and carry my burden for miles away from me. can i ever tell the morning breeze to blow softly and brush away my sleepless winks. Could I ever them to lift my sleep eyelids? Can I still ask for everlasting sleep when the night is over but my days are darker than the moonless night?
Is it ok if I tell the soft wind to swing me in its arms and make me forget the days lingering thoughts? Will it make sense if I inquire the wind about its whereabouts coz i too wanaa join them and blow at my own might.
and if I ever ask the thunder what is their might, can I ever get its answer back? coz i am curious enough to ask the thunder to take me in their light and make me glow all over again. Do you think it is questionable if I question the thunderbolts if they ever bolted their thunderous roar? If I think it is non-questionable, is it still fair if I question them about their curfew?
Can I please ask the wind to forsake the empty air, if ever I throne some space for myself?

BACKDROP...

Much to do about nothing...
It like living with everything...
empty spaces...
crazy races...
powerful thinking on the go...
idle smoking down on the low...
mistaken identity in the row..
thoughtful promises are too slow...
addictive lines are far from near...
far away images are nearer in the rear...
strong feelings are going down the gutter...
this repulsion of having bread with butter...
 a glass is the last thing in my hand...
but the ants marches in a band...
i am secluded to the core...
when i am alone with the sore...
its the emotions that cant.scape...
and the feeling that wont escape...

JUSTIFI CATION....

 I am fairly holding my pride when i write this post.  Result announcement took a short time to heal and more time to absorb the happy pretense. but everything happens for reason i guess. That's exactly why i can fathom our denied acceptance into Thailand. M&P were sweet to arrange a 2 day Thailand trip for both me n dee after hearing out that we wont be having enough time to spend with them as we had already brought our tickets to Delhi. So, we agreed to go to Thailand on the 3rd of April. We took the nigh bus drive to the Changlung border thats separates south of Thailand and Malaysia. Little did i know that my excitement was about to drop dead when we were told that the visa fee was Rm200. M&P made it known that it was far too expensive and the rest of the trip wont be worth the money. So, we rented a cab back all the way to Sungai Petani to spend the rest of our remaining days. The days in Kedakh was awesome. we had a drive to Penang to fill the missing scene of Penang. I am love with the beaches and the freedom that I relished during my Training days.
The best Part of all was that I got to Participate in Ching Ming. It is a custom in Chinese culture to visit the graveyards of their late Parents and relatives. I like it particularly because I feel a unique sense of relief and Peace. Sometimes I wish I too could visit my Mama's tomb and remember her!
Moving on, I made a visit to the Pada Museum the next day to learn about the Paddy culture in Malysia and go back to the villages.  I must say that the museum was beautifully made. The Best part of our Kedakh tour was the BujangValley. The valley presents the early Indian civilisation in Malaysia, though the country denies its ancestral from India. anyways, I had a great time admiring the artifacts and the culture that existed thousands of years ago. it is amazing to see the remains of their architecture and ornaments that tells a lot about their lifestyle and religion. Among all,  I found a Particular Buddha statue most appealing though the face has been rubbed clean due to aging, i guess or metamorphosis. yeah, after strolling through the places of golden era, we took a jump in the river that was flowing.  It wasnt a big river but we had a pretty good time.

Back to the house, we leaned in for a while and then headed out for Dinner. I have no idea where the place is located. All I can tell is that it is near the beach and it crowded and also that we had to wait for nearly an hour for our order to arrive. Thank God the Food tasted good otherwise I could have cursed the sky above for sheltering me!
The following morning, the day dawned for us to head back to the city and just stay in there.....

CHIMES OF HOPE...

A MOMENT OF BEAUTY AND A LIFE OF RUST....
Many a big things in life goes uncredited...
Many a Petite concerns in living stays eternal...
I understand the feeling of being lost...
I also fathom the happiness of being found again..

I may overlook the silence of the breeze...

but i care to relish the touch of that breeze....

EDITION OF THY CHAPTER...

I am getting the vibes of the Season and I am stilll living with the vibes wihtout reacting...
It's Exam time and I am lying down smoking some dreams that will never coem true... it is hard to fathom the law of focus- and concenteration but I am determined to get through,.....

today's French listening test was a failure.. a strong punch right in my face. need to back up  my French Oral in- order to save the system from falling....

Lord! gimme me enough strength to catch those unspeakable phrases....
and make me puke out the innate French in me!!!!!

Merci Beacoup...
Amen!

POST GRADUATION....

First lemme congratulate myslef.....  Congratulation!
now lemme enjoy the moment for a while forgetting every other possible things that can run on my mind.

yeah! finally I nailed it... literally, i am a Graduate now....
well well, lemme pour out all the bitterness that i had to swallow during that heavy a week trail.

the days when i inhaled coffee like air and was still able to sleep like a log....
the mornings when i detest the morning sun creeping through the curtains...
the time when i reached out to shut off the bloody alarm and gotten me late....
the dinner time, when  i had to cook when all i wanted to do was to insert a food tube inside me...
the valuable time, when i had to nook into the noted when i so wanted to go out for movies...
the irreversible time, when i had to look like a walking zombie instead of a sleeping zombie...
the laced time, when i had to do laundering when i should be shopping...
the tangled time, when i had to sleep with my notes when i should be resting on the feathered couch...

but it wasnt that bad  coz....
i had the time to watch shows all day long with the notes closed in my hand,, even on the night of my finals...
Gossip Girl, 90210, American Next Topmodel 9,10,13.....thanx to cendy!
you saved me from poking my nose in those thick notes....
my ultimate ode to those coffee manufacturers.. even though the effect sort of died on me... but stilll, I appreciate the taste and the effort!

A damn round of applause to me, for breaking all the rules of exam study and still managing to pass at somebody's will..... luv ya...
Post Graduation, i am jobless, in the sense that i am no longer a student and i have got nothing in my hand!
but I am finding time to make myself feel all the more useless and carefree... but still responsible!

i am retrieving myself to the shopping world but everybody knows how much I dont prefer it! shopping aint bad but I am not worth that extravaganza...oopsy!
Meanwhile, i am engaged in thinking about the world that i left behind and now i gotta go back to it and most importantly face it with a smile! fingers crossed!

guess everything runs out for a reason and lord! gimme a reason worth reasoning...

IT'S ME THAT I AM KNOWNED FOR...

It’s the feeling. Deep inside that I am drowned into!

It’s the depth. Dug below that I am heaved into!

It’s the berth. Dark down that I am sunk into!

It’s the dark. Pitched back that I am blackened to!

It’s the phobia. Strongly seized that I am habituated to!

It’s the alcove. Beautifully woven that I am caught into!

It’s the catch. Stalwartly hold that I am secured onto!

It’s the cosset. Comfortably clutched that I am clanged onto!

It’s the crowd. Massively thronged that I am belonged to!

It’s the feel. Powerfully chained  that I am reasoned to!

It’s the light. Brightly shone that I am adhered to!

It’s the rays. Elegantly scattered that I am bathed into!

It’s the ripples. Justly formed that I am drunk into!

It’s the hands. Trustily held that I am linked with!

It’s the faces. Pleasantly smiled that I am welcomed to!

It’s the life. Blessedly bestowed that I am lived to!

It’s the cycle. Justified by me that I am circled in it!