Isn't it amazing how young children can howl and wail at over the slightest things? Don't you just envy them for the ability/courage to turn on the water works as and when they feel like it? It's so easy to scream, cry, shout when you're kid. No one bats an eyelid. I mean, they're kids and the only way for them to get attention is to ask for attention. What better way than to scream, shout, tug, pull, cry? And it is this innocence, this pureness that these young children possess that makes me sometime wish I was still a kid. It does seem harder to cry as one grows older in age. Agree? Disagree? Modify? Our pride and ego sets in, and crying will seem 'weak'. For one, I know, it takes alot to make me cry and perhaps, it is the years that have taught me not to shed tears so easily.

There is still a certain sadness lingering, and I can feel its presence. What is it that makes change so difficult? The reluctance to break out of something familiar? The complacency of mediocrity? It seems that we understand, and we know, yet, there is still an unconscious unwillingness to accept it and move on. Why? And now, how?

Imaginery

The sky was blue,
so was my heart.
Where were you?
when I needed you?

My eyes
are heavy laden with tears,
My heart
it just wished you were here.

But where are you?
In this big big world,
where are you?
Who are you?

The sky was blue,
so was my heart.
Where were you?
When i needed you?

Now it's clear, why,
you were never there,

cuz,

You are just
a figment of my imagination..

` kAeJ
20/09/05

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