Second Year in communication class, she is teaching us theater styles- tamasha. Talking about its history!!! OMG her killer crying voice could be enough to motivate anyone to jump from the 3rd floor university building!! And sweet blasphemy the front seat!!!
I still remember me writing this poem and she thought I was taking down notes, and it wasn't for my partner I'd be at dean's office for she told me to narrate the entire history.. And the last staza is written after I finished reading my partner's note.. hahaha xD
Give me control; else I'll take it;
Have a look, if you see a fool maybe you have me confused for a mirror
I have no excuses
I'm just a man; nothing, just a man
I got a pile of regrets locked away in my closet and piles of skeletons to go with it
Together, you get the bitter taste that's me;
See I'm on a mission; a mission to rescue redemption before it's lost into oblivion
I can see it in the horizon it's almost out of reach
I have no time, it's now or never
I can't afford even a second to play your little games of who's the bigger man between us
It's alright, you are God if it's what you wanna be just give me control;
Well this is the first poem written by and I was attacked by so many thought processes and words. its a rare thing phenomemnon with me.
You know how it is before you enter university. Suddenly it becomes a public affair what you wanna be in life, and then comes the volley of questions thrown at you. I was so pressurized that it gave way to this poem :)
For three months I was lucky to have the sun's light break through the clouds and shine down on me. I was filled with positivism and inspiration, a renewed feeling of purpose and life. I love you Hope. I never knew true happiness until I met you. I hope one day our paths meet and intertwine once again.