The Moving Finger writes, and having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all your tears wash out a Word of it.

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam - Quattrain 71.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

weather blabber

blame it on the weather, blame it on the skies, blame it on everything that goes awry. blame it on the people, blame it on genes, blame it on everything that makes me want to scream. blame circumstances for loss of hope, blame it on society for structuring moulds. blame it on the country for not being cold, blame it on people who never grow old. blame it on youth, blame it on the recession, blame it on upcoming competition. blame it on the second guesses, blame our darkest thoughts. blame me, hate me, hate myself for hating me. confusion, is all i see. shambles of life that fragment me. inner turmoil, myself, i can no longer see. have i really lost me?

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