Friday, October 30, 2009

Dim...

This blue pain is benumbing,
The one I often recall to wipe grief.
I have stiched those days into
That gray coat I put on at dusk.
Night falls on my skin
Bringing flakes of a sad lost dream
So I surrender one more time
To that orange nostalgia
Tracing it in the Sun by my window,
Till you come to me
With your boat towards the promised horizon.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Over-the-top! ;)

I can frequently be the dazed, dumb, moody type you see. Too much attention embarrasses me. If you smile at me all the time, I might feel like pressing the magical button and opening the umbrella on myself. Not that it means I do not wish to acknowledge, like, attach myself to people who, lets say, are fond of me. Or, I do not care for people and their affection in my own way...It only means, the knowledge of being liked, unconditionally, good and bad, day and night, unsettles me...
Like too many items on a ricketty lorry!;)

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Misgivings...

If blogging is addictive, not-blogging is even more so...Its a new phase this one, when I simply do not have words at my disposal, forget about the right ones. Not just a writer's block I think, but a phase of numbness, passivity of the mind as a human being. Indifference, like a bad cold, is infectious...and it lasts longer. Simply living life, from day-to-day gets to you, the routine of breathing in and out tires the system. For once, people do not matter to me that much...some hang around the scene, like the set, indispensable characters of an old novel, others come and go depending on prevailing winds and whims.
I only wish for some calm now, the kind that comes from entering one's damp cocoon...Time can keep moving...

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Crashing Down

Intolerable pauses,
Unimpressive Metaphysics,
Six unanswered messages,
A couple of ignored calls.
That dry conversation,
Those weak words turning into flakes.
Wriness- cold and certain,
Predictable cynicism,
Fresh-grown smirks.
That slight whiff of contempt,
All those assurances
Etched in white on white...
And Condescension, Whim, Stubborness?
Please do not forget them.
Them All...
They are Ours.
Only Ours,
Forever.