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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Friday, March 21, 2008
I would like to thank Pei Xian so much for her latest blog entry! I would like to so tag on her blog but its livejournal and I have absolutely no clue as to how to do it. >< DARN! Reading it made so much sense and gave me a vigour and enabled me to feel the need to do something about the failures I've faced in the past few days. Finally, it hit me that I actually have to do something about this mess before I am consumed by it. So yeah, MATH, here I come to conquer you. Easier said than done, but well.
So much to do, so little time. I want to write so much but if I type down everything thatI currently feel, it will just come out as a mess and confuse me and the people who actually bother reading this blog. Ah, I don't know what I am feeling and I can't make sense of a lot of things. Sigh, it is clearly an augury for me to stop thinking and go back to studying since this is clearly going nowhere.
Before I end, I have to say how much I admire Blake. I love the way he lived his life and I really love the way he died, with full anticipation that he was going to die but still living life to the fullest before giving in. I realise that I am very judgemental when it comes to appreciating poetry. I have to like the poet as a person before liking the poetry. Like how I refuse to read Sylvia Plath and Robert Frost's poems.
Oh and oh, I love this new song called 'Uyirile' from Vellithirai. It sounds a bit similar to some old AR Rahman songs but I really like it! And prashanti likes it too! :)
The End
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