Lost in transition, if I must say...

Is it dull sitting at home on a Sunday evening and studying? Yes, perhaps but as the wise men say " you reap as you sow," and I have experienced the repercussions of this. Individuals are born to do more than they are doing, that's what the human race was born to do. We have discovered something as vague as Marijuana to something as significant as antibiotics. A genius on some corner on the world uses his god given brains to invent something revolutionary the minute he or she is not satisfied with the way things are.

I am now in a phase of transit hoping to be lifted to my higher ground. Things are a lot different from what they were last year and I thank the universe for that. I have gone from tragedienne to a mediocre, basically happy person. I am now in an indifferent institution and I say indifference is better than an institution which under-rates you and treats you like a spazz. I have now realised that thriving in the past ain't my thing. I'd like to see what is in store for me.

Have I lived up to my full potential? No, not one bit. Am I doing anything about it? At this moment not more than introspection but my sincerest hopes is that I go ahead of this phase, because I have my 12th next year. Oh lord, we are in dire need of artificial intelligence but I guess it's either in the pipeline or left to us numb birds to invent it. May love and peace continue to thrive. Peace.

Groupie of Passion...

As I saw raw passion that emerged from the fog,
A hypnotic voice so fine,
The finesse of the atmosphere seems to have embraced me,
While women groove to fertility,
Men awoke to morning wood,
Stars had gone to spread their glimmer some place else,
Because we had enough glimmer here,
Light heals,
Heals the hormones of stress,
Heals the turmoil of failure,
Heals the scars of pain,
Heals the warts of herpes,
We're here to love each other until the pain fades,
Because noble men have told me,
Loud and clear!
"Some day these consecutive days shall end!"
Where has the free love gone?
We're all Casanova's for a good day,
But today the nugatory philosophy and rough introspection shall halt,
We moan in bliss and sing until the worlds end,
As the wits of love are weak now,
It's just you left to charm yourself into a delusional slumber...