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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Thursday, December 10, 2009
i just realised something! parents and children normally have generation gaps separating them. i think that for my mother and me, it's more like a language barrier, except that we speak the same language, just using different words to convey different things.
I can't believe my mother laughed at me when she didn't understand what I was even saying. By the time i understood what she'd understood, I was just too tired to re-explain the whole thing.
Today, I have decided on one thing I can do to improve my relationship with my mother and it's like a mission: something for which I cannot but can try to accomplish by this holidays before uni starts! two posts in one day, am i bored or am i bored. sigh.
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6:20 pm
When I should actually be on my way to watching 2012 with the rest, I am stuck in my house watching big bang theory due to my mother's innate kindness. Ah well, maybe I should take this as an opportunity to do something new like go to the gym or jog but me being myself, I am being a couch potato simply because its the most convenient thing to do.
we make our own fortunes, and then call them fate
And what excuse to choose a path than to insist its destiny?
But at the end of the day, we all have to live with our choices.
I shan't reveal where this piece of wisdom originates (too embarrassing) from but I think its quite interesting and pretty close to the thought I subscribe to! A bit similar to the intellectual convo we had at ink's house..(:
The End
2:13 pm
