...first run.

...well, after the reviews to the last post, i kindof decided not to put anything up here but i guess a critical comment is necessary once in a while. So it was another day of fooling around just before the mid-sems, which now dont bear that ominous look that they used to, and just when i became sure that forcing myself to sleep wont be of any avail, i decided to try my hand on some poetry...

couldnt find a title, but name it watever u want....any comments are welcome...

It goes on smthin like this...

A wanderer, my mind,

unable to comprehend,

what is it, that its behind,

the train of thoughts,

charges on contorted tracks,

it knows not, where the journey stacks,

till eventually, it can't take anymore,

and ends up in wreck.

The words loose their meaning,

gospels dont make sense,

if everything was in its place,

then why so much penance,

whether the tenacity makes it stronger,it knows not,

more often, there is more of repentence.

to break the tread,

will never be the stead,

the mulling's are not for us to bind,

and so,

let a wanderer, be my mind,

let the wanderer, be my mind.