PLEASE BE ADVISED…
On March 20th-2003, my friend Kishan Sheth threw
himself from a 9th story window at Temple University’s
Anderson Hall. Kishan was important to me but he
“slipped through my fingers.” I’d known Kishan for just
over one semester, and already he’d touched me so
deeply-in the way that I complain about there being a
lack of genuine, deep thinkers in today’s society… He
was compassionate. Real. Meeting Kishan was a gift
from the gods. In the same way we are blessed, so the
blessings are taken away. The flame of Kishan’s
brilliance will burn eternally, illuminating my moments of
darkness as a reminder never to give up. Tomorrow is
another day with struggles and promises. The sun rises;
the sun sets.
Please keep in your hearts the hope that this war will
soon end and bring our loved ones home. No one wants
war, but our warriors do deserve our support.
Crimson & Gray to Kishan from Gillorie
Come into my arms and let me rescue you from my world
Its skinned-knee perfection
Its hot-water prevention
Climb over the rocks of a hormone-induced
Her beauty was astonishing as it was also a punishing
Why cry out to those who can hear you?
He said he didn’t want anymore
And then we’ll parade around each other’s gravesites
Holding each other’s hands
Why listen to those who speak?
The truth is a fallacy
But when he slipped through my fingers it hurt
All I could think was “Jesus on the cross”
Some say humans have emotions
She doused hers out with mud
Traded them in for a better model
He disapproved and decided to move on
We walked along the celestial mountain – he, she and I
But they fell
And left me there
Standing in the midst of hell
Do you want me?
Bring me down
To ye, who fell
The grace of screaming
My hand, my head bowed down to you
My pathetic fools
I love you.
Crimson & Gray (c)1997 Gillorie Mythril
Coverage by Philadelphia Weekly:
I am Gillorie Mythril, senior Film major, 24 years old.
Kishan’s roommate. Email: Gillorie@hotmail.com