The Verily Thinker

I wake up late Rush to my college Where the red bus take me, A grave of my dreams. Here things are 'normal' stand up, wish, sit down. Listening to the lecture bible, a life of an internee. I no longer live here I used to wonder, old days the magic of numbers, love of science, not anymore time passed, things changed from under the trees to AC rooms, Where machine teaches, man listen, Where the joy of learning is lost so my dreams, Rest In Peace.

You called me yesterday to basically say That you care for me but that you are, Just not in love, at least not with me. Immediately I pretended to be feeling the Same way, and I led you to believe that I was OK. To just walk away from the one thing that's very sacred to me. well, I guess I'm trying to be nonchalant about it, and I'm going to extremes to prove I'm fine without you. Underneath the disguise of the smile that I wear I am gradually dying inside. Friends ask me how I feel And I lie convincingly because I don't want to reveal the fact that I'm suffering. So I wear disguise until I go home and turn off my light and then I break down and cry. So what do you do when somebody, you're devoted to suddenly just stops loving you and it seems they haven't got a clue of the pain that rejection is putting me through. Do you say "I will survive?" or do you lash out and say "How dare you leave me this way?" ...

The Outsourced is my first short film, directed by myself. actually, it was a team work, I had the story so I talked about it with my friends and then we made it. This movie deal with the effect of technology over our natural abilities. Hope you enjoy it.

I’m a writer or a so-called one I write poems, my unfinished dreams. Start with a blink, flow like a rill, sally through the rocks, die before it reaches his love.... When life teaches the rhythm of love everyone around enjoying the music I’m all alone in the crowd, words falling through my fingertips. Heart of a lost sailor, alone in the ocean searching for the special star to lead his way back home. Walking through this undesired world searching deep in my heart to find a reason to live, to start from where I left. Somewhere in my life, when the tide wipe my tears sitting in my armchair, writing my dreams again...

Today I created my first blog. Reader turns writer, it's a big step for me. I have been thinking about this for a while; better late than never. Writing stuff on the internet is fun. You can write anything and everything. More importantly, it's a useful tool when you want to say something to the world. Remember, with great power comes great responsibility. Okay, about the name, the verily thinker, am regretting it already. It means a person who thinks truly, and I promise I'll give it my best shot, but you have been warned. Let's start...