Beer Lovers

For my beer lover friends out there

I came across this when i was just stumbling here and there upon StumbleUpon.
And this song just does credit.

The struggles of end semesters

With the tides of doom not far away, the small waves are trying to barge in at the gates of my foothold bridge. Alas end-semesters come with a drought of fun, but common sense prevails in our room and we continue to make merry as ever.

Not to say we are those kinds of person no work and all fun but still no fun makes a dull body. The serials are flowing like a bloodbath after a war, with Friends and Dexter right in the midst of things.

The novel discussions are a blessing at first but after a while turns into a chore like no other, where you love it but are doing it anymore just for the sense of  holding on to a little normality in your life.

Still the struggles are not seen by the higher-ups and they continue to pile on the workload till it seems like a tower treacherous with its monsters hiding behind every nook and corner.

However, we are foolhardy and unyielding and continue to face the world day after day without so much as a flinch. Its friendship and love that wins forever from the times of old and still carries on the wagon of the cycle. However, as Dexter says we are just a traveller with the dark passenger behind the wheels.

The Lost Remembrance

The memories of walking by shrouded in a blanket of love and belonging are so far faded away in this devil's place. When you are away from the ones you love, its like you are living half a life. You are never complete and you are on the verge of going off in a blaze of glory. Though after a while even the fire dims and slowly extinguishes till you don't even know yourself anymore. It seems like you are a bystander to it all and it all rushes by like a time travel experiment that failed.

There are times when you feel far away from the people near you, when you are living in the bygones of the ages that seems eons ago from the time you live in. If that's the feeling of growing up I loathe myself to think about growing up. Alas, those were the thoughts of a childhood's mind that didn't know much better and weren't that insightful. However this would remain the same for eons even after the end of the world as we know it. Perhaps therein lies the beauty of being a child, living the present and not having a care in the world for naught. There would come a day when I would be born ago. Hopefully, the perceptions of reality and truth would be much better than it today. Maybe then friendship wouldn't be based on superficiality but rather on the kind of person you are.

Probably this despair would diminish and eventually vanish, but that's the truth as I perceive as of today. Maybe the definition would change but the base remains the same.