Friday, June 15, 2012

A Poem for Thomas

Who knew this can be a pillow?

I slipped into the hazy realms of semi-sleep
in the Athenaeum
the silent murmurs of its inhabitants
a haunting lullaby
weaving themselves into my imagination
colouring my dreams 
in shades of pastel 
as Thomas Calculus 
gently held my heavy head in his hands.

Credits to the poet: Turga

PS: Can't resist to post this
PSS: Damn it, why am I wasting time doing this rather than my English assignment
PSSS: ERHMAGAD! Malaysian studies after this!


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