I know I haven't updated the blog for awhile, but it's only because I've been busy with work and the new domain and all. So you must excuse me.

Ok, now that I'm forgiven...How is everyone? I hope that everyone is fine.

Everywhere you go nowadays, it looks very weird, all the shops are decorated with Christmas lights and trees and stuff, while in Eid or Ittihad day, there were none. Ironic.

Prognosis

This is my life that you presaged,
The pain and anguish you had signified.
But I thought it was just an imprudent forecast,
But it was true, and I was diminished with a blast.

Clueless as to how you achieve,
To know beforehand the aching grieve.
How you predict each tormenting throb,
So painful that I feel my heart will stop.

Have I been cursed by your evil eye?
That changed the mirth into a cry.
You stole my marrow and I was petrified,
You added sorrow and left me mystified.

Have you bewitched me to loose my helm?
And be the ill-fated hero in this tragic film.
So that I live like the dead, but at the utmost fear,
That you’ll say a word, and death would be near.


Date: 18th December 2002
By: Taintlessness