And no, it sucks seriously.
There are only a few occasions that were wonderful.
Mainly TCIY camp and small gatherings.
But that's not the main (misery) for me.
Well, I guess I have too much time!
(time I get a job!)
Then I start remembering and thinking too much.
PURFFFF! Such a waste of energy!
Anyways, let sum it up in a letter!
Dear Monday,
I am looking forward to you so freaking bad.
This may be one of the few times I would say this.
So please, do let it happen. I will really appreciate it.
I feel so lost in my own thoughts, but I can't help to be self-centred.
I really do care about how I feel, and that sucks, big time.
If I can feel any lesser pains, I would have tried.
So please, release this need by cooping myself with work.
And to add on, I really hoped that Monday will be great.
It doesn't pay to be disappointed when I held my hopes so high.
And so, please have good weather, smooth traffic and Munshi gathering.
Thats all I will hope for, I think.
Looking forward,
DEXTER!
(I drafted this poem during TCIY, hope its nice)
Now, me. - DEXTER!
There are many stories of capable people.
But none belonged to me.
Why can't I have one, I asked.
Well, nobody said you can't.
And so, with a little time and dream,
I started visualising myself, in the light.
Thoughts came, feelings grew.
Yes, I found my story, and here it goes;
If I wanted, I could be a proud peacock.
If I wanted, I could be a crawling snail.
If I wanted, I could be a sudden breeze.
If I wanted, I could be a heart-catcher.
Those are beautiful things,
But that is, If I wanted.
And now, this is me.