I , with obnoxious naivete believe I will keep in touch with all whose company I cherish.. And I look back and see that there are some who are dearest, and yet I haven’t spoken to them in eons..Sure I miss them..sure they’re irreplaceable in my life..But life carries me on in its own odd [...]
Archive for February, 2009
23 Feb
My very own pitcher full of mirth.
Even if i do not remember, the yellow trees that are in bloom again will remind me..
You who showed me the universal truths and the accidental generalizations, you are my very own pitcher full of mirth.
23 Feb
Despicable
I cannot even begin to fathom what goes on in that corrupt head of yours. That you have the inclinations of a criminal is to me certain. You wallow in the lies of Freudian psychology and think it’s some amusing way of life.I wish I could expose your misdeeds to the world, but you hide [...]
22 Feb
Green eyes in the dark…
Do you think about people? Do you really bother? When do you miss them ? Do you miss them at all?
Why would you tell me? We stopped confiding years ago..
Do you think of people close to you? What about your friends- the one who was smitten by you? the other one whom you [...]
22 Feb
I will obscure
You do not wish to be known by the name that I call you ever so often..I will obscure you behind letters that I string together to symbolize you..
In your absence of complication, your absolute candor, your perverted naivete, you are..
In the stills you capture and through your poetry, you are to me [...]
20 Feb
Vacuum
There are some thoughts.. then there are none.. Sounds around…Stimuli- response.. Stimuli- operant – response..Stimuli – operant behaviour.. Stimuli- operant behaviour consequences..
2 Feb
dot dot dot
..as long as I believe it, it is truth to me..even if it is truth to me, it may be the biggest lie to you..
yet we will both continue to live, laugh, cry, and lead our lives regardless of these lies..
you still fight for your truth though? what truth, i ask?
lies, truth, truth,lies, who cares?
2 Feb
the magic and some spirit
during those times when there is no magic, work appeals … eighteen hours and i could go on… the sheer logic of it, the pure discretion involved offers blind escape …. the alleys of magic are trying,albeit charmed..
one of those sleepless nights and i picked up the last song of dusk , by sidharth sanghvi…Couldn’t [...]
