de garbage

i have, more den often, left many scribbles before dey were any where close to their ends. i was, rather am, lil dis oriented towards de marks n scroll of de signs n symbols dat we call de language of de heart. de strokes of my pen seem unaligned to de world dat is inside of me which, irrespective of ma stagnated life, always is on a move. my scribbles would be sans me.

n den dis happens, dis!! nay...nay...not dat!! yeah....dis!! n i resolute to keep dese derisions happen. junk, for pleasure. crap, for creations. derision, for anecdotes. rag, for heart. trash, for thoughts.

from dis post on, i would be gleaning what ever percolates from my heart and would muse over de thoughts i had left un pondered. more paper work, more doodles and more of blogging :-) ...amain... amen...!! :))