Memory..a random thought.

A million words , a million lines,
never ending sea , tide of time.
I wonder if it can take away,
What was so mine.


A thousand lives it will live
A thousand forms it will take
love , hate to being meaningless.
But all i wonder ....will it ever die?

Red.

Red. The colour red.

Beauty and bestiality.

The more I clutch

The more distant it became.



Red. The colour red.

Paint my memories.

Paint my black robed

Memories red, FOREVER.

 and for a little more.

The 10 1/2 Inclinations -by Ben Okri

1 There is a secret trail of books meant to inspire and enlighten you. Find that trail.

2 Read outside your own nation, colour, class, gender.

3 Read the books your parents hate.

4 Read the books your parents love.

5 Have one or two authors that are important, that speak to you; and make their works your secret passion.

6 Read widely, for fun, stimulation, escape.

7 Don't read what everyone else is reading. Check them out later, cautiously.

8 Read what you're not supposed to read.

9 Read for your own liberation and mental freedom.

10 Books are like mirrors. Don't just read the words. Go into the mirror. That is where the real secrets are. Inside. Behind. That's where the gods dream, where our realities are born.

10½ Read the world. It is the most mysterious book of all.

Its been long...

Its been long since ,

I met myself and had a talk.

Its been long since,

I sat alone and smiled.

its been long since ,

I listened to the radio.

its been long since ,

I looked into the mirror

and accepted myself for who I was.

its been long since ,

I tried to see more than

shadows of me or who I used to be.

its been long since,

I to let go of the past and tried

to understand what I have is enough.

its been long since ,

I wrote a blog post and

let you all know am still alive.

and this all I'm trying to do

and its been long since ,

I studied hard

but I will do that later :P

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