Finding stories in everyday adventures
anxious eyes gazing outside in dark waiting for birds to chirp and silence to break a roof far away is where he wants to goto meet that nurse and sit by the lake but before he gives it a throw there are crocodiles and millions of silhouettes and a doppelganger to be wary of and when he is inside the roof the nurse will be long gone for it’s a loser’s love and he will …
find me the captaintell him i want to knowjust who is steering and who’s merely holding onand when the next wave is the last wavei’ll drag him downwards to the engine roomand never let gooh Nicolefrom the moment we met we let it get out of controlthe universal dancethe black romance of running preythe slowing downthe giving inthe final give awayi cry for mercyyou stare back blanklyi want to jump but if you’re pushing mei’ll …
Lost and unable to find my way outStuck in between the waves and going crazySee the hope which I thought shall never existI care, I follow, I loseShips anchor me but will not rescue meLeft drowning, I must find a wayOnly if one of those ships could be my light
severshould ishould i notsecure strayshould ishould i notstay revealshould ishould i notconceal pursueshould ishould i notlet go museshould ishould i notignore hopeshould ishould i notdisbelieve adoreshould ishould i nothate
Just came back from Doug Crook’s farewell party. It was a small after-office drink party at the RAM’s, a bar in downtown. It is pretty amazing to know somebody spending 25 years in one organization. That is equal to the life I’ve lived so far. When you’ve spent that amount of time you’ve virtually seen three decades of changes in the organization. You’ve seen organization grow three or more times in size. You’ve created success …
so, the saturday not entirely wasted..atleast the ending was fruitful..i’m pretty comfy in gmat quants so far..finished the second test from McGraw Hill as well..so that book can now safely go back to Southport library where it came from…from today i’ve officially entered the verbal arena…still gives me shivers when i think about it and how am i gonna survive that but fingers crossed and lots of optimism…surfed internet and found beatthegmat.com which seems pretty …
darkness leads to light to darknessclock ticks and days go byyou dream of smelling a different smell andbreathing in a different breath andfeeling a different touchyou’re not here you’re not therenot today not tomorrowthe streets outside are crowded but desertedthe air besides the shoulder is emptywanting to hear andwaiting to be heardmirror o mirror tell me what is truehow the red differs from bluemasqueraded, you explorestep ahead to step outephemeral indulgence, little respiteyou step back …
I met a beautiful girl in my dream. She is there in the garden playing with cherubs. I have lost my way and see her accidentally. With nobody around to ask for directions I decide to approach her. I enter the garden in a slow and diffident manner unsure as to how she is going to react to me. She seems deeply engrossed in her act of playing with cherubs and has little cognizance of …
in the small hours i realise what i have donein the small hours i realise what i have donei held the hand that threw the stone that killed the bird that woke the cityi held the hand that threw the stone that killed the bird that woke the city andi could not feel the flower in my hand i could not feel the cracks beneath my feet and black holes in the sand …Gravenhurst “Black …