Wednesday, February 28, 2007
last day of feb
Approximately a week ago, I had an urge. A strong dying feeling to write a good meaningless entry that only, perhaps, intellects like me would understand. Somehow I abondoned that idea, for I remember being unable to understand the profound words that I write sometimes. Haha.
So I placed my rough fingers on the keyboard, waiting. Waiting and waiting some more. The fingers were all raring to go yet the brain just could not flow with beautiful words of poetry that I wanted to. I tried hard but to my dismay, my mind just couldn't bear any fruitful ideas. None at all. Not a single line.
& so I searched back all the poetry which I had penned before. I didnt write that many but there were a notable few. 1 of which I am very proud, was during my brain's messiest moments. I was damn topsy turvy during that period. Which made me contemplate. Do I write best only when the emotions are in full force, or rather logically dysfunctional. Heh.
I am being honest to myself.
I could only answer a silent yes.
An emotional wreck I am now
with tumbling thoughts of stacking rocks
Beseiged by pelts of heavy rain,
your stones of darkness a relief & restrain
So heavy & painful this tumbling thoughts,
the rain of stacking rocks I'm under
Protect me now beneath it all
Your wings it provide so shelter me under
As the stones of darkness presides & looms
I'm lost in search of seeking it all
For beneath the surface...where is the glow ?
The light that shines through, does anyone know
The tumbling thoughts of stacking rocks,
Its burying me deep beneath alot
So help me please oh shining light
Just pull me up into delight.As the rains are pouring again these few days, I can only wonder what I truly was thinking when my mind flowed with the flowery language. For I can only remember the sequence of events leading up to the point when I wrote but now what I was exactly feeling.
Also, back when I penned this, I know I did not have that much readers (not that I have many now heh!) but I can safely say the numbers are more now as compared to back then. We shalln't count all the annonymous people who pop up once in a while. But to my loyal readers
;P please do give your take on the writing above ? especially those literature peeps yah. Give me your take and comment in the findings ;)
Thanx.
Now that was a mind reliver.
& hey!! Finally its the 28th! It is official.
Happy Birthday my dear mr.teacher (",)
Please be reminded that you are already a quarter of a century bro. Hehe. Live life to the fullest is what you think. True but be wary of the fine dissapearing line you are threading on my friend. Good luck in your teaching career aites ;)
when darkness turns to light @ 2:02 pm
