Sighs. went to Grandma's place this morning. Deva mama was thr. He came for a holiday and is also on a job-hunt. Anw, Im seriously thinking abt migrating. Mum and sis want it too. I wanna continue my studies in Australia. I mean, it will be easier there. Plus, there are just too many bad memories here. Am I running away?? I dunno.. maybe from ghosts of the past.. There's nothing left here anyway. oh. Talking abt ghosts, the following is smth I wrote last year for lit. (10 syllables per line). It's all mine.
Ghosts Of Time.
Sometimes I think I can be alone;
Really alone without friends or family-
Most of whom think my heart is made of stone.
What pain teaches us, we learn perfectly.
Anger, hurt, jealousy, course through my veins,
Like a swollen river against a dam.
No one to turn to as I cry in vain,
Can't you hear my anguish as I'm condemned?
Alone I read, I dream, I yearn badly,
For something that will never ever come.
Is it too much to ask? To be happy?
But deep within, deep down, I still love you.
All that I want, is to be kept in mind.
Not forgotten like most ghosts of time.
12:48 PM
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