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India, Female, 22, live on tonnes of books, lots of music, much more hope, some incoherent philosophising, and swear by Ayn Rand and Pink Floyd. Very stubborn and don't want to change. Trying very hard to become an engineer. In love with life... And Newton :)

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"Can I be as I believe myself or as others believe me to be? Here is where these lines become a confession in the presence of my unknown and unknowable me, unknown and unknowable for myself. Here is where I create the legend where I must bury myself."
--Miguel De Unamuno.

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Paperbacks: Love And Longing In Bombay -Vikram Chandra, Eleven Minutes -Paulo Coelho (Still trying! Can't get past the S&M bit. THE BOOK SUCKS!)
E-books: Da Vinci Code -Dan Brown

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Friday, April 01, 2005

1st April was spent feeling rather foolish. So what's new? *bemused grin*

As of now, this pretty much sums up my state of mind.

Wide open space
Between the trees and me
Confusion and decisions
Feelings hard to define
And I say to myself
Just a little longer.

Coldness seeps
Its way in
I am falling deeper
Into what I fear most
As I reach out
There is nothing there
As possible there was something once
Only to be gone
And I say to myself
Just a little longer.

The sun drops
The last inch of light falls
The squirrels more likely to be huddled up
But not me
Something I never possessed
And I say to myself
Just a little longer.

Then the sun has gone
Darkness spreads its wings over me
I see nothing so no one sees me
Feeling of bitterness only
And I say to myself
Just a little longer.

An Owl peers down
With question in her eyes
She doesn't have a hope
In helping me
As she doesn't see my pain
Spreads her wings
Passes me by
And I say to myself
Just a little longer.

The soft earth
Seems the only thing holding me up
Even then I could slip
And wondering takes me
To why and how I got here
Without even knowing it
Yet no one notices
As they didn't see before
So I say to myself
Just a little longer.

Shimmering in the darkness
I see two moons
Reflecting off a stream of thoughts
Ongoing forever more
Along a rocky road
Slowly giving in to finding a way out
I take the plunge under the river
Then the wind carries a whisper
Gently on a breeze
Just a little longer.

I can't say I like feeling like this. But I'm getting used to it. And hey at least the poem was kinda positive! :)