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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Tuesday, July 29, 2008
You know when parents have those awkward talks with you and you feel like running out of the room in the middle of it all. Out of nowhere, my mum decided to talk about having boyfriends in JC (
nothing to do with the day's events, I assure you) and despite my explaining the zilch possibility+probability of that, she kept going on and on about how studies trumped everything and how love at this age was only an infatuation (high possibility but not entirely true at all), especially given my wonderful results.
I don't know about other parents but when my parents do such things, my mum does ALL the talking while my dad grunts here and there but mostly stays silent and I sit there waiting for it to end. I mostly look out for escape routes and changes in topic but my mum was highly insistent and that highly pissed me off. You can tell these talks don't happen very often and as vocal as my mum is, you can sense the tension and uneasiness in her voice. Aiyah, can't she trust me a wee bit? She wants me to promise, how preposterous can this get? SIGH!
The End
9:14 pm
