a SHAKESPeaREAN dilemmA!TO BE OR NOT TO BE WAS NEVER QUITE THE QUESTION...or was it?
hmmm...its seems like a decade ago that i took the initiative to write..and perhaps the last time i managed to it was well nothin short of a disaster...well....i m usually quite modest abt my stuff this tym round..well..let jus say things are not that crystal clear..
hmmmm....life's' good..but the mind's not.its a roller coaster feeling until that very moment where suddenly it all halts..
Some say it true..indeed...what is life..without the time to stand and stare...??hmmm...ahhh i'm being philosphical as the next nuttty prof i guess!!
Ever had those moments where you wished you were the only soul around?
ever wished against your wishes?ever thought how'd it be if you were to spend the night away...on the pavements...bearing the heat and the cold..with not much of..a RIGHT TO protest..?ever wondered why you lusted after the most wrong being around??ever gave a thought abt the day after tomorrow...?
there are so many things we dont do...or rather hope that we dont do them...in time..i am not speakin of the things we generally..do..its those..impulses..when the mind and the rest of you is in dire conflict with each other...hmph! quite a dilemma...?!but alas! even if the show s great we end up doin what we consider as the first impulse...dont we..?perhaps..yes perhaps no...who cares..abt the thot processes when the things done..?!ever wished that you do not keep wishing for that one dearest thing you've always wished for...?
strange how these thoughts come by..at times..more like most of the tym it makes me think i'm turning into a senile ole..lady well a millenium before..at other times...i wonder where so i manage to think up such logically rentless shit any way...?!...hhaaah!..
life, love,laughter,lull,lust,labour....at times..all of it feels ludicrous..but there are times when they are as indispensible as the air we breathe...
well... before i wind this up in a circle...i l leave it on a very established fact...even with things goin for u..even wit people around you..even wit the laughter never ceases...even if the music doth not stop...and the rentless wind blows by..why does somewhere down there the existence feels like a vagabond?
