back!

nearly 3 months that i haven't put anything down here. everytime i stay away, i tell myself i won't do it. i will write more regularly...just to keep writing...just to keep going...but i get caught up in mundane trivialities and the banality of life becomes more important than just putting your thoughts to paper (read: 'blog'.. he he...)

the last week has been strange. i've hardly talked yet talked so much. i've met so many people and surprised even myself by how much i've been able to talk to new people. yet, i haven't had an intelligent conversation. i often catch myself dumbing things down...and though i try to tell myself that i shouldn't change, what's the point in using words people don't understand?

i have a strong urge to discuss literature and i know i can't coz no on else knows a damn thing.
so.... in keeping with my literature mood, i am posting a poem by one of my favourite poets ever.

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it

(anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want

no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and

whatever a sung will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky

of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that is keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

e e cummings