Blue Seas

John Dykes: Welcome and good evening! The FIFA World Cup South Africa 2010 is coming to and end tonight. Spain and Holland will battle for the cup tonight, after the spectacular Closing Cermony at Johannesburg. I'm here with our experts Shebby, hello. And Steve. Good evening Steve! And of course our special guest, err, Paul! *points to orange octopus in tank* So, Shebby, what do you think of tonight's Dutch formation? Shebby: Um, a 4-3-1-2 is always a dicey formation. Even though I must say they have seen success with it before. Steve: Yes, I mean it did go against Loew and his boys the other night. But the match against Uruguay, what a splendid performance! John Dykes: And Paul? What do you have to add to this? Paul: glub glub John Dykes: Very well then! That said, we'll take a short break and then we'll join you for the first half of the FIFA World Cup 2010 finals with John Helm, the commentator. Don't forget to tune in to the scintillating First H...

The other day, I was going somewhere. I was walking. Or I may have been in the car. Or a cab. Yes, maybe it was a cab. There was a stop in front of the post-office. So my cabbie waited for the lights to turn. And I noticed a man sitting on the pavement in front of the post-office, perched on a lamp-post. He was selling guavas. The nice, paka yellow ones, the ones I like. Not the green ones which are hard to bite.  Except, that he wasn't doing much guava-selling at that particular moment. He had with him a long blunt knife, which he probably uses it to slice guavas for his road-side customers.  He didn't have any customers right then. It was in the middle of a very hot and sultry afternoon. There weren't many people out on the streets then. Not even in front of the post-office, which is usually very crowded. He was using his knife, to scratch . The back of his knee. It was not a pretty sight. To watch the grimy, sweaty guava-seller scratching the back of his knee, with ...

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What do you do? When your friends are either stalkers or nymphomaniacs. And your dog imitates your sleeping posture. And you're jealous of the fact that your brother gets warning notes from the teacher when you never did. And you have too many things to do, but all you can do is fiddle around on your blog. When your dad is convinced that if you write something on your blog, it's going to be 'stolen'. And your mum is addicted to Grey's. And you're dreading and waiting for college to start. What do you do? I wish that the only thing I had to do was write. No eating, no studying, nothing else required. Just writing. Oh yes, and sleeping. I'm partial to that.

I wandered lonely as a sheep Like the white one which is Tied outside one of the shops In the bazaar- It looks like it has no business Being there. I wandered lonely as a sheep, Bounding over the textbooks, And the half-written diary; And the poetry by Rafael Campo; And the late night coffee mug stain On the desk on which I study, But sometimes end up writing poetry. I wandered lonely as a sheep, Tip-toeing along the chain of thoughts Of love and happiness, And security long-forgotten; Of betrayal and grief And newer emotions I wish I had never discovered; Of friends and friendship; Of love and the man I love Who I know will never love me back. I wandered lonely as a sheep, I heave one last sigh, And jump, over the fence- Beyond, to freedom.

Part I Lucifer, you are mine, No matter how far You push yourself from me, Lucifer, you belong to me. You have sinned, yes. But I have forgiven... You have turned your face away. But Lucifer, I want you to stay. It is easy to do wrong, But even easier to do right. Will you not give me a chance to explain? Lucifer, I call out your name. Come back Lucifer, Your father awaits you, You are the first light Lucifer, Born of my brightness. You are the last light Lucifer, Come back to the source. You wrong not me Lucifer, You wrong yourself tonight. Tonight as you prepare to leave, Think back on all the times you fell, And I was there to pick you up, And to make you well. No sin is too great, Lucifer That I cannot forgive. Because I love you Lucifer, In treason, hatred or grief. Tonight if you leave your home, If you cut yourself from me, I will not scold you, threaten you, throw you away- I will keep my doors open, In case you return t...