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Funeral Blues

I was watching the movie, Four Weddings and a Funeral.( effing hilarious by the way. I reccomend to everyone that it has to be watched. it can sure brighten up your day. british comedy at its best). anyways i was suppoed to be umm.. *studying*.. anyways, there is a funeral scene (yup) and this character in a form of a eulogy, recites this poem by Auden, and I mean I was completely blown away. I mean the poem literaaly speaks from the heart of the griever, trying to convey to world that you'll will never know the true meaning of the word loss unless of course you have experienced it yourself(not necessarily death here okay..). Because Loss has to be felt, you can't read about it or talk about it or whatever.

I just thought I should share it you with those very very few people who visit my blog to read my thoughts (invasion of privacy!!!!!, I know my rights, yes I do. Its a topic in Press Laws and Ethics. See i was studying then...). anyways, here is this poem, read and smile or weep whichever you fancy, all I will say is it will soo make you think...

Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W.H. Auden

Thanks For The Memories

You know when suddenly something was a major part of your life is gone, you feel this big gaping void just weighing empty on your head and heart. You do not know what to do with it, so you just stare at it blankly day after day, waiting for something to come and fill it up. But, if you belong to that club of over-achievers, then it is just anothere void to be filled with your countless gold varnished trophies.
I do not sound to a hypocrite and all, but I couldn't just wait for my college years to end you know. I mean, yeah it had the good times and all but now, well its over... and I'm missing it. The college phase of my life is slowly but surely and steadily getting over and I.... do not know what to do about it. the poem (a few lines scribbled and picked from here and there) in a way sums up exactly how I feel. My college life is over.. as I know.

Remember how freely we laughed,

how quietly we screamed.

how fearlessly we jumped, hopped and skipped,
how we loved without a doubt and thought.
how we swore together and forever,
in joys and wrath.
how easily we bled,
how quickly we get back up.
how we sang and danced for the public
how we hid from those who mattered.
how we'd defend for those who thought we were lost,
how we'd hug anyone who fit the need,
and love was seriously scattered and shared all over the creed.
let's remeber the first time for the last time.
because its not coming again for...

There is a tide in the affairs of men.
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat,
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.
- Shakespeare