All precious things, discover’d late,
To those that seek them issue forth;
For love in sequel works with fate,
And draws the veil from hidden worth.
...Tennyson...

June 20, 2006

A number of thoughts are populating my mind.Sometimes,they remain silent and sometimes theytalk back to me.Sometimes they nurture me and sometimes they kill me.Waves of sense wash my mind now and then which keeps me sane all the time.But i cannot ignore the fact that this so called sanity is entwined with utterly nonsense ideas and thoughts and worse...memories.Ah!Memories!How much i've started to rely on them these days.They make my day and put me to sleep at night.They occupy me and possess me.Sometimes they snuff my ambition...yet sometimes they ARE my ambition!They eat the person I am and make me speak through an entirely different tongue.The language I'm unable to understand yet use everyday and every living moment.They make me melt away into oblivion...

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