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Just found these scribblings today...

When it's raining outside, and you're reading your text
cos u have an examination, on the tuesday next,
the sounds and the smells are what your memory stores
and not the equations and proofs, all that which bores.
but what a pity, you can't write them down
cos they're not what mere words can really spawn
and your examiner would fail you again
cos he doesnt understand, that he's being a pain
but then you dont remember all that, do you.
as all u know are the beckons of the sky so deep blue
but what's this, the smell of soil and water,
that seeps into my senses, as did harry potter?
lo, it's not raining but the smell suggests otherwise!
is this another act of nature, a pleasant move to surprise?
brow furrowed, i peek out from the balcony over the parapet,
and see my neighbour watering his plants, just as i had bet.
his corpulence and shiny pate call me back to reality
what id dreamt and what transpired were in a contrariety.

I'm surprised i could write such stuff when i was preparing for a supplementary exam on one of my favourite subjects ( operating systems ). Now how it qualifies as "such stuff", and exactly what "such stuff" is, is entirely for you to decide!