animal leave
baap | 7 July 2005, 2:43am
The willing to speak is lost
For if i utter, it will be at a heavy cost
I should purge this insidious silence
...am to afraid to consummate this absence
So much to say, so much to tell
SO much to ask...about that now lost spell
you hopped away, you little frog you
leaving me an amphibian desire
sometimes wet sometimes drier....
You flew away, you little peregrine you
leaving me in a flight of time
i think...sometimes a sin...sometimes a crime
you ran away, you little rabbit you
leaving me in a burrow of hope
digging deeper...further you elope
How now do i speak to you
for i am left to only a human few
how now do i meet with you
for you're headed to a western dew.
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Everybody...Somebody...Noone...
baap | 4 July 2005, 11:42pm
Thats how its been...a monotonically deteorating level of tolerance....towards People. I loved the world for what it was and for what is wasnt....
for its vicisssitudious weather, the vicissitudes always complementing mine....
for its grass...which sustainied the intricacies of small things
for its air..which could be breathed..which could cause a lack of breathing
for its sand...which was a familiar "ocular" visitor....
for its sky...which diffracted the limitless shades of blue...
for its people....who spoke and listened....
This was a time...when everthing was On track...or atleast when the track was being laid...everything seemed so novel, new, remarkable and fantastic. People were fantastic, unpredictable...capricious rather...disconnected...and private..to themselves.
I tread the track.....
the weather sickens me...i sweat and i shiver....
the grass stinks....i keep stepping on the intricacies of excretion...
the air stinks too...the breath is smelly and injurious
the sand...well..it still visits the ocular..but has "distasteful" trysts....
the sky stays blue....
the people start speaking relentlessly....
This was a time....of chosing, of making decisions...of being perpetually rhetoric....people start connecting...and infringe upon private and personal space.
The derailment......
the weather....is forecasted....
the grass is wet.....
the air howls....
the sand....is perennially transported....
the sky redeems itself....
the people start assuming.....and stop listening.
The clock keeps ticking.....
Am i nobody, a noone?
No, i am a somebody to everyone
But am i a somebody for someone?...
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