Etc .. Etc

there are days when i feel dumb
when most things dont make sense
all i want to do is eat, watch a video or sleep, no amount to these ever satiate the hunger
and i feel is remorse at time wasted, oh yeah, i cant enjoy a moment without paying it a silent tribute
but of late i have a pregnant feeling of dumbness, monotonous dumbness
that has overstayed it unwelcomnes.
as if my mood spirals down and yet finding new levels of normality, planes where i have always been, no real way to say i am in a spiral. It must be one of those trick pictures with the ever-flowing water and never ending steps.
there is so much to do in the coming weeks, that it all cant possibly be done, yet i cant get started. the moles look so much like mountains, how am i to move them?
there is so much inertia, that no amount of me can break over
so i dabble in the random, that even i cannot predict me.
oh yeah, i think i am ready for something new.
let the old worry about itself. let fires burn down, embers die away.
Let the winds blow the rainclouds away.

Etc .. Etc

Slanting Rain

drops rain from the sky
monotnonous and without a break
the moonlight fails to breaks the darkness
wet puddles on the tarmac,
drops shine like little diamonds, as
footsteps breaks their calm surface
the rain is relentless,
darkness impermiable
smoke swirls out from the cigarette
it could well be
a gangster movie

Another hole in the wall

There are times when you can read another like a book. almost as if thought develops simultaneously in two minds, and it is a thought that one should know and the other, in the normal spread of things wouldnt know until it was told by the first. Dont know what to call this, yet, this makes it real uncomfortable to pretend, to respond normally, to act surprised if the situation demands.

Thoughts..

You are the sunshine
That wakes me up in the morning
You are the rain
That washes my frown away
You are a thought
That makes me smile
You are a fragrance
That is feminineness defined
You are a touch
You are a sound
You are a part
Of my mind, of me.

Ma new girlfriend

my new wife, bedfellow and lover
hmm. no masala here, it s just work!
no i am not working to forget, rather work is making me forget
so this new one is nice, she s there wheneever i want her
24 hours a day when i seek her
she looks different, sometimes looks like a lappie and otherwise a meeting
the prof, the diro or the team
it s been a while since someone has made me think
of nothing but her for hours on end
the more i spend on her, the more she wants
na, she aint satisfied that easy
i aint gonna be able to leave her
till september middle when she come out
hopefully in all her glory

i would normally never accept it, but since this is what cant be said
i say, i am a sentimentalist
i am foolish romantic
i am childishly fantastical in my fantasies
i am in a limbo now
going nowhere
i have been ere for years
i dont know if i want to be more serious, that is perhaps a bad idea for i am numbingly so
should i be more humorous, alas humor is not for all, and i have told i have a sad sense of it
i could be more light, yeah. light.
light, therefore i should drink more, dance more, get merry more
do everything that i am not stopped from doing
but who stops me but myself huh
what do i do about the sentimentalism part
or the romantic part
why dont i just be!
shit this random thought of nonsense