Introduction
Speak not, lie hidden, and conceal
the way you dream, the things you feel.
Deep in your spirit let them rise
akin to stars in crystal skies
that set before the night is blurred:
delight in them and speak no word.
How can a heart expression find?
How should another know your mind?
Will he discern what quickens you?
A thought once uttered is untrue.
Dimmed is the fountainhead when stirred:
drink at the source and speak no word.
Live in your inner self alone
within your soul a world has grown,
the magic of veiled thoughts that might
be blinded by the outer light,
drowned in the noise of day, unheard...
take in their song and speak no word.
Me
I am
-Madhu-
Age of
-89-
Loves
-Ancient history, anthropology, dinosaurs, cryptozoology, serial killers, neurofibromatosis, LOST!, Bones, How I met Your Mother, The Nanny, Monk etc-
Hates
-Not having a job and being a slob-
Dreams
-No space to put them all in-
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Monday, April 14, 2008
Watch out, do not ever be afraid, We'll be there, just right behind Step tall, look up at the stars again, Brave the rain, keep the faith in us..
This is one of the first board songs I ever learnt as a Fean. I don't know why, I never recalled them that much until recently. Here's one more I can clearly remember without any effort:
Look at us now, we just really dunno know
We've come this far so fast
These days are not here to stay,
So just seize the day,
When it's cold don't be afraid to believe,
The warmth will come our way!
Well, I went to AMK hub with my sister today and we passed our yesteryears' favourite haunt, Tip Top currypuffs before reaching the clinic. Weird, that I always looked forward to the currypuffs after every library visit. In fact, I looked forward to it more than the books. Now you know that my food scavenger-ish self goes WAY back into history! However, today, I didn't feel that way. The place almost felt alien and nothing like how I remember it to be. Things change. People change. I've grown accustomed to all that, especially being in RJC and all that.
But that part AMK hub, was my childhood. They literally dashed/ demolished my childhood and all I am left with are faded memories that lie incomplete, probably forever. I am overreacting, I know, but what irks me is that I never had the oppurtunity to treasure these little memories. Why, I used to despise currypuffs once and only my mum and sis liked them. Liking the currypuffs itself was a gradual thing and by the time I liked them so much that trips to the AMK library without currypuffs felt weird and dissatisfying, we gradually stopped going there. Maybe I should accept it as a fact of life, that nothing lasts forever (that's the name of one of the nicer Sidney Sheldon books).
I have learnt my lesson. Since these memories are so long-lived, my brain is my own Pensieve and I should treasure them. Reminds me of the time I saw a kid collecting saga seeds. I used to do that all the time when we lived in Derbyshire and try peeling them, decorate them, "cook" them and throw them into the pool for fun and roll them down the slide and do other dumb stuff with them.
Saga seeds: 5-year-old Madhu = Artefact: Archaeologists
Well, you get my point.
You can erase the name you take You can erase the love you make and every promise you forsake in the dark You can erase your worst mistake hoping you never leave a trace but you can't erase what's written in your heart
The End
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