the ebb of hours

dates and days not unlike pebbles
a bargain it seems of a wish for each
to mock the hours once too many
foreordained as it is of day
to live its passing
not unlike lilies by placid stream
alas i found myself perched by its bank
to watch as pebbles skip across the waters
to ponder over wishes for each

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the weekend in brief

fourty years in london
and im stoned on the bus
a distant cacophony begins to drone
to tote my body along
to wade itself through downing skies
but alas discontinued itself in still
fourty years in london
and im stoned on the bus

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evolvement?


digital tryst

it is with digital ink i write
of eulogies for dead poets
that bore the form; wired frames
with joints queer and hollow

so it is when glitter wanes
a conjure; as metals in embrace
leaves soldered words
alas rust is cold to the touch


just a new ingredient; a tinge of heart

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a barrage of silence;
thank god for the rain


the when...
stayed at home this weekend.
considering i also had the day off yesterday made this
the longest time spent at home for quite awhile.


the what...
thus i drifted into monotony and my mind blanked
out for two whole days. which is apparently the dominant
activity that i partake in if hours spent at home is >20 hrs.
well, it's a rought estimate. if you happen to be one of
those who wondered why i fagged(though the chances of those
concerned knowing the existence of this blog is minute),
this is one of them. it's more of breaking out of it but what
the heck, doesn't it sound better if i phrased it this way.


the why...
why do i not engage in hobbies/sports or pursue more rewarding
activities then? this excludes the usual social activities by
the way. the most compelling reason is laziness, but that's just
too easy. i suspect it's more of this innate nature to slip into
depression ever too often. but that would be too convenient an excuse.


the who...
so who is to judge this good for nothing slacker cum idler
attitude of mine? i know a number of people would. those self-
righteous persons with their naive idealistic views with regard to
themselves and the actions of others. it is in their opinion
that i had been conceited and full of myself with these words. and
i apologised for i too am guilty of this self-righteous 'hero'
behaviour. crafted out of this need for one.


all apologies. for i had digressed once more.
nevertheless the crux is this:


all i need is a smoke.

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