Archive for September, 2010


Looking Through The Glass

Looking through the glass I peer                                                    
Hoping to find somewhere near
The people that are here no more
Those whom I once did so adore
Looking through the glass I peer
Wanting to find somewhere near
That which I want to know today
That which can make or break my day
Today I can learn no more­­
If every lesson will be so sore
Let me sleep a happy night
Tomorrow will be nice and bright
And hope to find it better I do,
Maybe the night will throw up something new
 Though the hope is now but slight
I must stop and say goodnight.


I have the hard way learnt 

That the present is all we have
Memories cannot be burnt, and
There are wounds with no salve.


A Start Nonetheless

A week back, I was at my desk in my room at hostel, trying to write a page of something in English to contribute to my college yearbook.  From prose I came down to poetry and at the end of an hour I was desperately trying to create a comic strip…..

I realized that a two year break from writing can kill one’s vocabulary, imagination, and spontaneity and that a 4 week break from speaking a language can kill one’s diction and accent. 
I decided that I’d take my struggle to win back my command over the language online onto a blog, and hence the existence of this page. 
It’s funny how this seems the most engaging and imposing problem of mine when compared to the test that I have the day after tomorrow… Having now successfully convinced myself that the test may be important too after all, I’m afraid I’ll  be at my desk improving nay starting to build my vocabulary of anatomy terms and phrases for the next couple of days (or is it only just tomorrow before the D day?)   Well, a beginning is a beginning no matter under what dire circumstances it took place…

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