a poem???

no future
past persists
time slogs
days wrap
hour winds
cries dry
locks open
doors close
eyes open
sleep beckons
flowers wither
roots rise
trees shake
birds fly
sky darkens
waters sink
fishes fly
birds swim
the whys become what
whats become why
sun sets in d morn
moon sets in d night
and i wake up from sleep to see d sun rise and its mornin :P :) ;) :D rolf lol....

After a day of spoilt plans I spend the rest of the day chatting away to glory with one of my friend making a life time deal in de process. After he logs out I still refuse to go off-line and spend some more time with my lappie playing solitaire and straining my eyes. I start feeling guilty for having done noting productive and I decide to read. I take up this boring novel which is part of my syllabus and get myself more bugged. And so I change the book and read a essay instead and while doing so my mind starts to ramble in all directions and I think about writing my first blog entry for a profile which I had created weeks back since every friend of mine had their blog and I wanted to follow it.
And so I create my first blog entry writing about the process of how I started to write. I think about all possible things that I can write about but I mention none of those in the entry.