tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171704762024-03-14T04:19:11.657+05:30Toasties and CheesePixies dance, while fairies weep
On the boulevard of insatiable dreams...
Magic and wonder is free to reap...
Enchantment sets ye free...Zedekiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934383918222740503noreply@blogger.comBlogger263125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170476.post-88313509832839596982016-01-04T22:05:00.001+05:302016-01-04T22:05:20.522+05:302016: Return to Self?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
You caught me. I am naked</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I have nothing to hide behind other than shame</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Shame for having stood still</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
While time ticked on by.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
You know me. I am a somebody</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
A somebody's somebody - a somebody person - a somebody human</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Somebody made me his</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
While anniversaries notched up another year</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
You heard me. I am a liar</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I am completely fine, No I do not need help, Yes I can do this alone</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Sometimes I have ignored</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
While truth moved further away from the horizon</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
You have met me. I am real<br />
Or used to be, until illusion took over and reality slipped away<br />
Search operation was carried out<br />
While perspective reduced to a blip on screen of memory<br />
<br />
You remember me. I am here<br />
Hungrily rummaging through the rubbish of sanity<br />
Some stone walls have to be climbed<br />
While the breath is still steady, and the heart is still alive</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
Zedekiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934383918222740503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170476.post-44342874223637342262014-12-15T17:53:00.002+05:302014-12-15T17:53:29.159+05:30Dream Catcher<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
She wove me a web - of thread, and colour captured in patterns of pain and passion.<br />
She laboured her love for me for hours and hours,<br />As she looped each dream around a bare steel wire that is being forced into a path<br />That must meet the following vein leading to the outer circle.<br />
No, it's not her fault, she labours in love.<br />
<br />
She doesn't know that I slept with spiders in my bed last night.<br />No they weren't there because I didn't clean my room.<br />
They were there weaving my old memories into a web of their own,<br />
And hanging by the sticky, grey threads waiting to meet me halfway<br />
Between my dreams and nightmares.<br />
<br />
No, there's nothing wrong with me.<br />
My dreams are just a tad bit darker than hers, <br />And his', and theirs and yours<br />
<br />
I dream of dark places sometimes<br />
I dream of decay, of death, of autumn, of winter.<br />
I dream of things that can't be spoken of and people who can't be named.<br />
I dream of times when I've been left aghast under the weight of my own desires.<br />
I dream of being held captive by the misery of resounding silence of solitude.<br />I dream of being allowed to mourn.<br />
<br />
Time and again I will go back to the places where it smells of his fresh cigarette ash,<br />
To the sound of his walking stick hitting the ground in his rhythmic motion of<br />
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.<br />
I look for that pattern of eight constantly in the beats of a drum,<br />
in the time signature of a song.<br />I'll even count my steps sometime to match that pattern<br />
Or hold onto the second arm of the clock and break into ticks of his walking stick.<br />
<br />
I'll await a cold winter's spell to seep into my open pores<br />
And the fog to cloud my senses numb,<br />
Just to feel that wrinkle of old, drying, scabby skin on my arm.<br />
The way the middle of my arm would feel when they wouldn't stop poking his bony limb<br />
To find his veins to inject him with the venom to kill the cancer that had been eating away at his flesh.<br />
<br />
See I have tried to feel his pain, I wouldn't lie.<br />
I have wished for that disease to eat away at my living being, just so I could feel closer to him.<br />
<br />
I told you this wasn't a dream you'd want for me.<br />This is the dying wish of a living soul.<br />
Just so I wouldn't forget what he looked like,<br />
What he wore,<br />
How he spoke,<br />
How he smelled,<br />What he imbibed for me.<br />
<br />
This is somewhere between a nightmare and a dream.<br />This is just where I want to be.<br />
<br />
Will she catch this dream for me?<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Zedekiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934383918222740503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170476.post-59239716273874608692014-05-21T21:33:00.001+05:302014-05-21T21:33:40.304+05:30What Light?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="MsoNormal">
He doesn’t reside within<br />
It’s a lie<br />
The spear-tailed demon<br />
and the luminous angel<br />
The ambiguous creature<br />
We all must fear, must hate, must love, must emulates<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
There is no divinity<br />
There is no eternity<br />
There is no freedom<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He picks at your flesh, like your vapid carcass<br />
Who’s already given up<br />
in this summer-fed heat<br />
<br />
What hope do you seek within?<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
This world is a product of humanity <o:p></o:p></div>
</div>
Zedekiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934383918222740503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170476.post-74235124720046451332014-01-02T15:12:00.001+05:302014-01-02T16:19:15.367+05:30Resolution<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyq3NJpWdr-2pSaLcflZcB3t3mJnGuTX1fRYPM0XpL_k_P25W8yyshTAKS3quEQ_ZNmg3k2bVC2147q-8cfUX9OoI_Q6PuJ8lOWnN3bKi3UwVa9hu-Ag1GXblT3NxEsG84nE4hQA/s1600/Dream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyq3NJpWdr-2pSaLcflZcB3t3mJnGuTX1fRYPM0XpL_k_P25W8yyshTAKS3quEQ_ZNmg3k2bVC2147q-8cfUX9OoI_Q6PuJ8lOWnN3bKi3UwVa9hu-Ag1GXblT3NxEsG84nE4hQA/s320/Dream.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
I resolve to dream bigger this year.<br />
Oh no, maybe I shouldn't say such things anymore.<br />
A better poet… heck no a better writer, <br />
Yes a better writer.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A better singer…of many a bathroom serenades<br />
Made to the shower head while breaking the crescendo.<br />
As that sputtering water cascades down on my face, my skin<br />
Clearing away the blurred lines made by the fuzzy memories <br />
of the year gone by.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A whole year went by and I am supposed to have grown<br />
stronger, sadder, simpler because that is less complicated, <br />
But you know what if I am complicated?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Does it matter that the water couldn’t blur away the stretch marks<br />
the sun burn crevices, the wrinkles and the worry lines, the stray grey<br />
that’s hidden in the black of my hair with its sullen wisdom?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The bones and muscles that are<br />
that more likely to break and break down now than they were the year before? <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Does it matter really if I laugh that less louder, or if I
sometimes try to yell <br />
welled up with emotion - but the sound just doesn’t come? <br />
'Tis not the teenage angst, but the vocal chords doth do protest much. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Does it matter that this body and this mind are ageing?<br />
Is it a bad thing? But am I not a wiser this year?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
They tell me I am ageing like it’s an irreparable damage.<br />
They tell me I am not young because<br />
I can’t stay up all night, pass out due a shot induced comma at dawn<br />
And wake up instead with pouches under my eyes and dark circles narrating<br />
tales of an era that’s gone by in the darkness of just one night.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
They tell me I will never be as I was a year ago, because my
body<br />
is that less desirable, my hair is that less smoother and my eyes that less brighter.<br />
You wouldn’t want to lie with me under a starry-skied night anymore<br />
Because my inter-planetary, space travel stories don’t charm,<br />
Don’t ooze with magic and sparkle with the burning joy of my fast expiring youth<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I am growing older, I make better resolutions, I am not less
magical<br />
I still dream of blazing comet trails brightening up the night sky with great
light and wonder<br />
My eyes still shine and my skin still trembles with the idea of a world that is
beyond the horizon.<br />
I don’t want answers anymore to the what ifs, but instead I ask now what else?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Why don’t you see me the same way I do? </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Am I suddenly not a dreamer because my body is now becoming an eye patch<br />
that you’d shut your one eye behind, while the left strays idly in boredom.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Age is a number and a growing sign of my mortality<br />
Age is grace and a chance to break free from "dignified morality."<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I resolve to be a bigger dreamer this year. I am a weaver
and a catcher<br />
The night sky shines bright even during the day, but you’re blinded by its
sun-lit beauty.<br />
Look beyond the blinding white light, hear beyond the shrieking white noise<br />
I’m going to lie down and drift to another universe with eyes open wide, <br />
do you think you could dare to dream too?</div>
</div>
Zedekiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934383918222740503noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170476.post-23971183312661885742013-07-11T17:19:00.001+05:302013-07-12T16:33:07.960+05:30I Remember 1984<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf_70sYZi6kPcXW8ACipCkC8_dRGY3xW62M61gnBhXeFzjFbvnXOs3cKQUjOQ-cj3N_P96Risf84cnFm2_8zn-7wthTenC3FdFIGfcazIy2VRKtmWswKxF5sgK78jAVfXhIaOH1Q/s1600/sikh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="201" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf_70sYZi6kPcXW8ACipCkC8_dRGY3xW62M61gnBhXeFzjFbvnXOs3cKQUjOQ-cj3N_P96Risf84cnFm2_8zn-7wthTenC3FdFIGfcazIy2VRKtmWswKxF5sgK78jAVfXhIaOH1Q/s320/sikh.jpg" width="320"></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I want milk. I want milk Ma. </span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Screams ran through our rental in Chandigarh</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
On the morning of October 31, 1984</div>
<o:p></o:p></span><br>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I was one year old and I was crying in pain, in want, in
denied comfort.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">
All across the streets outside my tenement</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Turbaned men and their women cried in pain, in want, in denied comfort.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
You killed Indira Gandhi. You murderers. You Freaks. You Whores. You Sikhs</div>
<!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><div style="text-align: center;">
<br></div>
<!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span><br>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For an era those sounds will come to haunt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Of bullets raining like fire, </span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Of knife cutting through flesh, </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Of bloodcurdling yells from raped, burnt, discarded bodies, </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Of footsteps running in triumph and fear.</div>
<o:p></o:p></span><br>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And smells of burning tires, of rotting flesh, of flowing
streams of dirty blood.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But I slept through it all. I was simply an imp, an infant </span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Crying for milk the morning they hacked people of my faith</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Through curfew-imposed days when we lived like caged animals</div><div style="text-align: center;">They hacked us into fear.</div>
<!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><div style="text-align: center;">
<br></div>
<!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span><br>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But I, I slept through it for 29 years. </span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Till today</div>
<o:p></o:p></span><br>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Today I am awake</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">
I hear it in the court rulings, </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
the acquitals, </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
in rioting thousands everytime there’s a question of religion</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I hear it in the silence</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
of orphaned lots who not only lost their parents</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
but their faith</div>
<o:p></o:p></span><br>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I have not forgiven Godhra</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Yet I have forgotten Blue Star</div>
<o:p></o:p></span><br>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I am the child born to a faith repressed by you high warring
lords</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Keeping your chairs and sticking by the guns of your voting banks</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I am the woman whom you martyred at the pulpit of religion</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
You castrated my men, burnt my children, dismembered my soul</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I am the man whom you forced to take a knife to my hair</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Strip-searched to my naked skin, stripped of my identity</div>
<o:p></o:p></span><br>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I am the forgotten blood</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">
I am the forgotten Pain</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Mine is the denied justice</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Mine is the ignored hate</div>
<o:p></o:p></span><br>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Like a third-rate step-cousin to the Hindu or the Muslim </span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">
You kept me out of your prayers, your jihad, your Ramnam</div>
<o:p></o:p></span><br>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><br clear="all">
</span>
</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You have forgotten me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But still <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I am the muse of your jokes</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">
I am the strength of your nation</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I am to die to keep your borders safe</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I even do the Bhangra for your stage.</div>
<o:p></o:p></span><br>
<br>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I remember 1984</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">
I smell the gunpowder</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I remember the massacre</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I remember it all Ma</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I am 30 years old and I still cry in pain, in want, in denied comfort.</div>
</span><o:p></o:p></div>
Zedekiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934383918222740503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170476.post-66676115092937578772012-06-27T19:58:00.002+05:302012-06-27T19:58:28.851+05:30Toss and Turn<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
I am a whole string section</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Of heaves, horns and noise</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A humdrum of vacant feelings</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Color cuts through me</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
As melody does through verse</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I lie in your embrace</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Drifting mindlessly </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
All thoughts at sea</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sX7fd8uQles" style="background-color: white;" width="560"></iframe></div>
</div>
</div>Zedekiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934383918222740503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170476.post-86721018189329652352011-12-13T23:09:00.001+05:302011-12-13T23:09:23.055+05:30DriftHow about I just slip away<br />
And yet stay anchored at the shore<br />
May I ? <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz-jQjKr8HV70qV_5C7yZkfFl2maJKT7QuS-yzSwMH9dtyPViENGSsRFDnPcciS-3bNfqgLvTBOlsEAJukRfst6Q5LNGiucQw8Bn2WHhR4JKAssgxneL3u4PnkMbeUES2maLcBRg/s640/blogger-image--1862897263.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz-jQjKr8HV70qV_5C7yZkfFl2maJKT7QuS-yzSwMH9dtyPViENGSsRFDnPcciS-3bNfqgLvTBOlsEAJukRfst6Q5LNGiucQw8Bn2WHhR4JKAssgxneL3u4PnkMbeUES2maLcBRg/s640/blogger-image--1862897263.jpg" /></a></div>Zedekiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934383918222740503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170476.post-18433312620035221602011-09-24T11:57:00.005+05:302011-09-24T13:23:29.679+05:30Lasting memories<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjexJmh-SzpEOoiAiofVZEZlRS5ELBV-b0UUztvlbclS7dK35fGZGinBWluVEtH-DSwaGPN49W1pan_1dkYyLgvMm_sF433U-hXezdIGbh0kIA2Jh5oB_qsnbL2c3JkK5S5zTcRCQ/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 146px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjexJmh-SzpEOoiAiofVZEZlRS5ELBV-b0UUztvlbclS7dK35fGZGinBWluVEtH-DSwaGPN49W1pan_1dkYyLgvMm_sF433U-hXezdIGbh0kIA2Jh5oB_qsnbL2c3JkK5S5zTcRCQ/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655830875151881970" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" >.. And then there is loss</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Which doesn't explain itself. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Some kind of silly arithmetic logic,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Division that partitions lives.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >But boxes don't hold bodies,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >And fires don't swallow flesh.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Souls are immortal or so they say</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >like mummified containers filled with anti-death preservatives.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >But whose to say it isn't already dearly departed.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >When breaths become a mere measurement of ventilator puffs</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >And the mind begins to disconnect from limbs..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >A picture in my mind will forever rest,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >A memory box will sketch a new stick figure - -</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Of flesh and skin and blood and bones and hair and fingernails.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >A creature fueled by a soul.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Immortal in spirit, frozen in time.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >When curls were brown, breath was regular and mind secure.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >When the heart beat in rhythm to unpolluted seasons.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >When Kasauli and Rauni were homes alive with shrubberies not weeds.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >When cancer and bipolar were definitions only medical manuals explained.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >When songs, dance and long walks was the only prescription drug for the day.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >A reflection in the mirror that no breath can cloud over,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Lucky few can see the bloodline alive in them as I do.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >You meant life Nana Nani, more alive than the picture on the wall.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >The clouds hold your lives now, as children of the sky.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >RIP</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Sukh Sekhon </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Sohan Singh Sekhon </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div>Zedekiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934383918222740503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170476.post-87795383432870900482011-07-22T20:40:00.002+05:302011-07-22T20:45:47.495+05:30One drink too many<div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Fuzzy and smokey, creamed and strained<br />Clap on, clap off, cornered and drained;<br />Seeing is sawing, kneeing and gnawing<br />Hammerhead rhythm, red herring brain.<br /><br />Do you want more sentimental sleaze?<br />More fat kids, diseased?<br />Perhaps Superman will fly in and drink Gin<br />With you and your Uncle's mad niece.<br /><br />I like my flat swept, my Vodka strong<br />My ghosts to stay dead, my wood to last long.<br /><br />Slippery and slimy, or scaly and dry<br />Cankered and cancerous, bloody well wry;<br />Being's believing, but knowing is fleeting<br />Fifty steps down to the what and the why.<br /><br />Would you like more sentimental drudge?<br />More holier-than-thou septic sludge?<br />Perhaps Baba Ramdev will cure your homosexuality<br />And leave with a wink and a nudge.<br /><br /> like brats to stay online, my demons in bottles<br />My kittens with cream and my train at full throttle<br />I don't want your soul, but I'll take your body.</span></div>Zedekiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934383918222740503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170476.post-85913094854806115092011-07-06T18:24:00.001+05:302011-07-06T18:39:41.395+05:30Just<div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;">Long time coming<br />Fleeting moment<br /><br />New job<br />new life<br />new confessions<br />new honesty.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Zedekiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934383918222740503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170476.post-82707047181544032272011-04-18T21:10:00.002+05:302011-04-18T21:43:22.579+05:30Come undone<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMUPbsznISAxEVmHZy15PSghmJj-0Infew1RwJC_aUOpmQht1irB49wGfjtsRszFWgaFKmqKEc-lckBIDqB4eqXVzpEYUpb7PRBDjrlOHruC5xrHkBJGHDpOi1I_HdREDfH6dMeA/s1600/pinkmoonsmine.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMUPbsznISAxEVmHZy15PSghmJj-0Infew1RwJC_aUOpmQht1irB49wGfjtsRszFWgaFKmqKEc-lckBIDqB4eqXVzpEYUpb7PRBDjrlOHruC5xrHkBJGHDpOi1I_HdREDfH6dMeA/s320/pinkmoonsmine.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596949292233866946" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Somewhere, in the recesses of my memory, is a half finished song - it was blues, till it became too pop, turned metal with range. Right now, in this moment, its a piano solo against Joni Mithcell's voice. Only I can't remember the tune anymore. It's half a melody in the mind. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Along the way, I've learnt to mimic relationships - feelings, togetherness, respect ... only endurance is a big-word and nothing can mask a loner's heart. Not even a half-hearted love.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >At some point in time, I befriended words. They seem to know me more than I could comprehend. With every strike of the spacebar, another word would scribble itself as if my sub conscious was talking back at me - chiding me, describing me to myself. Lately Ive been filling empty gaps in newspapers as writing. Half voyeur.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >This half being has managed to fill a certain half emptiness, making it look half full. Once in a while, I lose the connect. All I am now doing, is half living. </span></div><div><br /></div>Zedekiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934383918222740503noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170476.post-33546643931565983432011-02-10T15:52:00.004+05:302011-02-10T18:53:34.502+05:30An interview with Buddy Guy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvmh-9YzjnyMA7zRBZI6Si_RLb_xER0SmmcmQT4cZkZh7DJ1_HwVmKvNGmqCuVSvxfuZ5ykKpZt9V9jeb5GCOEqFb3SGGXm2-2l3gT6liKDMhOLsRuezS6wrFkesNbVgOEYzpU8w/s1600/Buddy+Guy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvmh-9YzjnyMA7zRBZI6Si_RLb_xER0SmmcmQT4cZkZh7DJ1_HwVmKvNGmqCuVSvxfuZ5ykKpZt9V9jeb5GCOEqFb3SGGXm2-2l3gT6liKDMhOLsRuezS6wrFkesNbVgOEYzpU8w/s320/Buddy+Guy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572050723010038498" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Buddy Guy mid song at Mahindra Blues Festival, Mumbai</span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-GB">'Shh…I ain’t finished yet'</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span">Hip-hop, blues, BB King and Eric Clapton …are just some of things five time Grammy winner<span class="apple-converted-space"> <span style="background-image:initial; background-attachment:initial;background-origin: initial;background-clip: initial; background-position:initial initial;background-repeat:initial initial">Buddy Guy </span>is all about</span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-GB">In the audience of a blues legend, you do feel him all around. At the just concluded Mahindra Blues Festival, ‘74-year young…’<span class="apple-converted-space"> Buddy Guy </span></span><span lang="EN-GB">(like his song) walked through the crowd, talked to his audience in melody, played his guitar with the drum stick, his teeth and even holding behind his back. He even indulged us in a small duel with his pianist Marty Sammon. The oldest soul and blues musician held the crowd captive for nearly two hours and kept saying ‘Shhh…I ain’t finished yet’ every time he felt the pulse of the crowd dip. We spoke to the showman beneath that fabulous hat.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span lang="EN-GB">That was a fabulous performance over the weekend. We loved the way you kept saying Bombay in your lyrics. Are we aiite for<span class="apple-converted-space"> Buddy Guy</span></span><span lang="EN-GB">?</span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-GB">Well I had fun. Now see I knew I hadn’t played here with my whole band before. It was great to have Marty (Sammon on keyboards), Tim (Austin on drums), Orlando (Wright on bass) and Ric (Hall on guitar) here. They are solid men. I liked working the crowd and people here knew of me, my new album Living Proof. Some of you had heard about it. Then Shemekia (Copeland) and Jonny (Lang) joined me on stage and we sang them blues.</span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span lang="EN-GB">Speaking of Living Proof (<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Living-Proof-Buddy-Guy/dp/B0040HJNKC">b</a>uy here), congratulations on your Grammy nomination this year. Are you hoping of winning your sixth?</span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-GB">Well I don’t know about that, but where I come from, every little bit helps. BB King and I have been great friends for over 53 years. BB and I did a spiritual song for this album on ‘Stay a little longer.’ We were both excited.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="EN-GB">Before all of this technology, we all would listen to the spiritual groups from years and years ago. This album is Living Proof of the old times, of our old times.</span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span lang="EN-GB">Are there plans of playing with Eric Clapton soon?</span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-GB">You know, Eric (Clapton) had told me that the last Crossroads (Guitar festival) would be his last one, but I think he had a lot of fun at this last one. He’s coming back on tour this summer. I’d a said he said he’d change his mind. We are going to have one more.</span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span lang="EN-GB">What do you think of the new blues talent?</span></b></span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-GB">Well I think everybody is playing hip-hop now. My youngest daughter is playing too and she’s been opening for me at festivals. I still think there is fire in these bones. The new singers are alright too. But it’s like the era of BB King, Les Paul, Muddy Waters needs some reviving. You still hear their songs when you go to hear good Blues. I still play there songs. <span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>You can’t evolve blues. It’s the song of the soul. </span></span></div>Zedekiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934383918222740503noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170476.post-86910723047518064332011-01-06T13:25:00.002+05:302011-01-06T13:46:33.464+05:30Keep the gap<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV9TUhw5_YmxkTdF_zK03tIEewf9Myzdu4LaKfnp5nH3PrUN1Drb46s26wEgDWV3L_GxJCbaW9pmGo6psGdU78gVL-EY6zxl3QjritL5o3wanK-T0IJaTMkdDN-1bbfHaG2WXBAw/s1600/rip.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV9TUhw5_YmxkTdF_zK03tIEewf9Myzdu4LaKfnp5nH3PrUN1Drb46s26wEgDWV3L_GxJCbaW9pmGo6psGdU78gVL-EY6zxl3QjritL5o3wanK-T0IJaTMkdDN-1bbfHaG2WXBAw/s320/rip.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558983581605488914" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Between six suns<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >There’s still space for shadows<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Between five moons<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >There’s still space for light<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Between four rivers<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >There’s still a gush before the delta<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Between three tables<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >There’s still some waiting<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Between two of us<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >There’s still lot unsaid<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Within me<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >There’s still shadow of the beast. </span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p> </o:p></p>Zedekiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934383918222740503noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170476.post-39021478977864333622010-09-28T19:08:00.000+05:302010-09-28T19:09:20.321+05:30Navel wrap<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(48, 48, 48); line-height: 18px; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; "></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Contemplate your navel. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Engage in apathy.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Permit omphaloskepsis. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Enjoy the lethargy.</span></div><p></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; "></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Contemplate your navel. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Engage in abstraction. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Permit omphaloskepsis. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Enjoy the inaction.</span></div><p></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; "></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Contemplate your navel. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Engage in indolence.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Permit omphaloskepsis. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Enjoy the quiescence.</span></div><p></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; "></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Contemplate your navel. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Engage in laziness.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Permit omphaloskepsis. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Enjoy the craziness.</span></div><p></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; "></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Contemplate your navel. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Engage in attitude. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Permit omphaloskepsis. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Enjoy the latitude.</span></div><p></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; "></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Contemplate your navel. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Engage in reflection.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Permit omphaloskepsis. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Enjoy the connection.</span></div><p></p></span>Zedekiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934383918222740503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170476.post-1372440032310852852010-09-11T20:02:00.009+05:302010-09-11T20:58:02.702+05:30Meet the Enthusiast<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj88ED_d-FJNweOUK0G5-uln1uKZwJ8ueUelEf9iZGmBmiMU7BTkiQzWRoiaPZTA1zrz_XZycp0aNt2IRmd8A76co49mljVujANFhjh2gF-Yr9QKKzcPTKZDGkaLKLsRCfNewT44Q/s1600/2fishstamp.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj88ED_d-FJNweOUK0G5-uln1uKZwJ8ueUelEf9iZGmBmiMU7BTkiQzWRoiaPZTA1zrz_XZycp0aNt2IRmd8A76co49mljVujANFhjh2gF-Yr9QKKzcPTKZDGkaLKLsRCfNewT44Q/s320/2fishstamp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515672286270752930" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />Self definition: That is pretty much the reason for any sort of being or a ways of seeking a purpose to living isn't it? It could be as basic as the daily morning ritual of washing clothes (seriously I don't know why I have that OCD) or the way a certain word skipped scale in the second verse of that awesome alternative song (and why can't I just listen to music like a regular fan and not break it down to notes!)<br /><br />Point is, we all need and constantly seek ways to evolve ourselves in order to add a word or phrase to 'who we are.' You know there is addition, when at every given occasion to define yourself you constantly keep adding designations to yourself! From being a professionally defined (or not!) someone - you also become a comic collector, a culinary zealot, a professional farter . . . (how the last one made it? I blame Twitter for it) oh there is also a new one, frequently incepted (Yes I blame Chris Nolan for it).<br /><br />But think about it for a second here. If the crazy researcher was right, maybe we are all incepted from time-to-time. It is literally a thought you wake up to almost everyday or at every mouse click. I think we are losing ourselves in a self-created and self-advocated matrix of pop culture objects. Inanimate things have a way of finding 3D animation inside our minds and hearts and we somehow begin to live that new Sweedish Thriller (MUST on the noveau thriller circuit), genre-bending world cinema titles (too many to enumerate), Mad Men-esque sitcoms, webcomics, trending topics, music (electronic rock and indie yes) and of course revival of the kitsch. . . it's honestly exhausting.<br /><br />An idea is truly potent, yes I agree with the dream theory and I think my domino-effect-crumbling architectural flaws in designs are quickly replacing new sights, smells - in my senses leading to greater shift in inspiration than ever before. Fine, I agree I am the flawed searcher of self-definition. So much so, that important people, numbers and dates have begun to fade from my random access memory. You see, my mental hard disk is supremely cluttered and for some reason has started auto deleting past memories to make room for new information. It struck me when I was making a mental wedding guest list and every few minutes I added someone I had forgotten earlier - you know those people called friends who have lasted you through thick, thin and the debauchery (mild!). Not that I am walking down the aisle, just the thought of it!<br /><br />Seriously, I draw a complete blank sometime and at those times I am only praying that my mind is rebooting with a new installed mental app. Anyway, where was I? Yes, self definition. Till a few years ago, I was simply a journalist. Since then I have begun to say writer when asked what I do and get into this mini mumble lasting a good one-minute of what 'kind of writer' I am.<br /><br />Recently I had a conversation at a much-needed, de-stressing smoke break with a senior at work and she happened to narrate a certain business jargon mumbled by another someone describing one's boss to be a 'dynamic variable.' It was like a mental click. A light-bulb Homer Simpson moment if you were to call it one. While I agreed with her, bosses are variable dynamics (meaning people who can't make up their mind) But it is true. Self definition is a variable dynamic.<br /><br />I drew up a list today of the things that I think defined me. Sure enough I hit some 21 points and I knew quite well some are just goldfish-memory akin variable dynamics (yes I will use the phrase again and again thank you) So I cut the crap, talked to my Ma (totally at peace with her self-definition. Mother) and as painfully boring as it might be, I just came out with one - Enthusiast! (and you thought I'd say journalist. It's gotta be a little more cooler than that!)<br /><br />But it's true. I am an enthusiast, a modern culture bred enthusiast - with the fleeting attention span of Spiderman on speedy pills. I'll find a new like as soon as you go to the mental press with it (some journalism in me) But what is intrinsic to me is that I like discovering new things. I am supremely curious by nature, so I will rummage through the trash even if something finds my fancy. I'll make it popular, till it isn't alternative anymore.<br /><br />So here's to discovering myself - cheers to the inner Enthusiast! (vanity is pure contamination, but gets you through a dull at-home day!)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Zedekiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934383918222740503noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170476.post-11627541180564308892010-08-24T15:48:00.002+05:302010-08-24T16:00:27.078+05:30Transcribing an interview with poetry<div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CShruti%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><link rel="themeData" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CShruti%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx"><link rel="colorSchemeMapping" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CShruti%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:trackmoves/> <w:trackformatting/> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:donotpromoteqf/> <w:lidthemeother>EN-IN</w:LidThemeOther> <w:lidthemeasian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:lidthemecomplexscript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> <w:splitpgbreakandparamark/> <w:dontvertaligncellwithsp/> <w:dontbreakconstrainedforcedtables/> <w:dontvertalignintxbx/> <w:word11kerningpairs/> <w:cachedcolbalance/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> <m:mathpr> <m:mathfont val="Cambria Math"> <m:brkbin val="before"> <m:brkbinsub val="--"> <m:smallfrac val="off"> <m:dispdef/> <m:lmargin val="0"> <m:rmargin val="0"> <m:defjc val="centerGroup"> <m:wrapindent val="1440"> <m:intlim val="subSup"> <m:narylim val="undOvr"> </m:mathPr></w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" defunhidewhenused="true" defsemihidden="true" defqformat="false" defpriority="99" latentstylecount="267"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="0" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Normal"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="heading 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 7"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 8"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 9"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 7"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 8"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 9"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="35" qformat="true" name="caption"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="10" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Title"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="1" name="Default Paragraph Font"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="11" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Subtitle"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="22" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Strong"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="20" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Emphasis"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="59" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Table Grid"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Placeholder Text"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="1" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="No Spacing"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Revision"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="34" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="List Paragraph"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="29" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Quote"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="30" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Intense Quote"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="19" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Subtle Emphasis"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="21" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Intense Emphasis"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="31" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Subtle Reference"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="32" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Intense Reference"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="33" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Book Title"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="37" name="Bibliography"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" qformat="true" name="TOC Heading"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:1; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-format:other; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;} @font-face {font-family:Calibri; panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:swiss; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin-top:0cm; margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0cm; line-height:115%; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} p {mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99; mso-margin-top-alt:auto; margin-right:0cm; mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; margin-left:0cm; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} .MsoPapDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; margin-bottom:10.0pt; line-height:115%;} @page Section1 {size:595.3pt 841.9pt; margin:72.0pt 72.0pt 72.0pt 72.0pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin-top:0cm; mso-para-margin-right:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; mso-para-margin-left:0cm; line-height:115%; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} </style> <![endif]--> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;">My day job has put me to task to interview and transcribe a million and more famous people. Here's something from a meeting from a half-remembered dream
<br /></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;">Good morning Poetry, please, sit down,
<br />make yourself comfortable.</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;">Q: You look tired yet fresh faced, how old are you,
<br />if you do not mind my asking?</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;">A: How old is time!
<br />How old is the first breath of the multiverse!
<br />I am as old as existence, as young as now.
<br />I was there when this universe was created,
<br />dancing along the veins of fiery lines.
<br />I am as young as a newborn baby,
<br />a brand new thought leading to the keyboard.</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;">Q: You seem to be everywhere in the world,
<br />what are the things that inspire you?</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;">A: I am everywhere in the world. In a blade of grass,
<br />unseen in the wind that laughs breeze above it.
<br />Inspiration, the dreams that linger on the eye, waiting to float.
<br />The colours which drive beauty into verse.
<br />Life and death, smiling inside the circle.
<br />Inspiration is but a whisper away, my muse is my breath.</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;">Q: You mentioned colours in your previous answer,
<br />if you could be a colour or a scent, what would you be?</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;">A: I would, indeed I am; every colour in the rainbow,
<br />swirling into each other, grinning like a pot of gold.
<br />As to scent, fresh baked bread, morning coffee,
<br />the decay of vegetation, of flesh in a field,
<br />I am all of those and everything that is.</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;">Q: What are your thoughts on prose?
<br />Do you ever get angry with her?</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;">A: Anger, joy, fear, love, hate, jealousy,
<br />all the emotions harbour me, I roam their intensity,
<br />push and pull their waves - prose, I am prose,
<br />the underlying matrix of words.</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;">Q: Don’t chide me for this question.
<br />But do you poetry use drugs?</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;">A: Ah! The sweet labour of nature.
<br />What are intoxicants but aids to obscurity.
<br />Defy them, they still come to me in the night.
<br />Take them, they still lose my expression. </p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;">Thank you Poetry, for being so candid here in this little chat,
<br />perhaps you can help me with my cantos later?</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;">Poetry smiles, takes off her microphone and drifts away.</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> Zedekiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934383918222740503noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170476.post-48179386751747906932010-07-21T17:06:00.003+05:302010-07-21T17:17:47.053+05:30To Depression with Love<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ1MidJwUs9FenAS0697eRWOfbn8NYasvaFiq6l9GsGg_OJPmiAkREHlPEKj3d3o-izJLQYRLj170sW38m9p-IDml3r2YOzo-MgyKd65gJqNLy_tKnDgfZ3OekDFDW4FT6tHvAwQ/s1600/psych.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ1MidJwUs9FenAS0697eRWOfbn8NYasvaFiq6l9GsGg_OJPmiAkREHlPEKj3d3o-izJLQYRLj170sW38m9p-IDml3r2YOzo-MgyKd65gJqNLy_tKnDgfZ3OekDFDW4FT6tHvAwQ/s320/psych.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496324338139680498" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';">Depression secretly loved Suicide,</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><div style="text-align: center;">every day he would sigh and pine</div><div style="text-align: center;">for her quick slicing, painful touch,</div><div style="text-align: center;">but she never saw the rhyme</div><div style="text-align: center;">floating casually through the haze</div><div style="text-align: center;">of his dark, hungry scented gaze.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Suicide was in her own world,</div><div style="text-align: center;">leaping from building's tall ways</div><div style="text-align: center;">in her mind's soft blue clouds,</div><div style="text-align: center;">falling in Love's splattered days,</div><div style="text-align: center;">but he just looked through her heart,</div><div style="text-align: center;">never noticing her lips gently part.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Agony was killing Depression,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Suicide vowed to take Love's life</div><div style="text-align: center;">while Love sang songs of hope</div><div style="text-align: center;">to the warm night's starry-eyed strife</div><div style="text-align: center;">at missing the light of the dawn</div><div style="text-align: center;">by just a single moment's yawn.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Suicide undressed with shyness,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Depression submerged his head</div><div style="text-align: center;">under the fragrant foam, hoping</div><div style="text-align: center;">for the much longed for escape.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She quickly took off her panties</div><div style="text-align: center;">and pulled Depression up </div><div style="text-align: center;">from the depths of the water,</div><div style="text-align: center;">holding him close, feeling</div><div style="text-align: center;">his scarred skin rub her mood.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Suddenly Depression brightened,</div><div style="text-align: center;">he pulled Suicide down,</div><div style="text-align: center;">laughed as her head hit bubbles.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She spat a grin out and kissed him</div><div style="text-align: center;">passionately, her heart beating</div><div style="text-align: center;">promises of love; until death do part.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Depression smiled as Suicide blushed</div><div style="text-align: center;">her love across the ripples of gloom;</div><div style="text-align: center;">saturating the room's fragrant smiles.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Suicide caught hold of Depression's grin</div><div style="text-align: center;">as he dropped to one knee with a sigh;</div><div style="text-align: center;">fluttering through the candle's soft flames.</div><div style="text-align: center;">With a voice clear yet full of sorrow's wisps</div><div style="text-align: center;">Depression asked for Suicide's sweet hand,</div><div style="text-align: center;">hearts merged inside of cool nervousness.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The song of delight sprung from their souls</div><div style="text-align: center;">as Suicide's answer echoed off old scars,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes - the note was pure brilliant white light.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span>Zedekiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934383918222740503noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170476.post-81511548625811221122010-07-01T19:11:00.001+05:302010-07-01T19:26:23.480+05:30Musings<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Pause. Breathe. Halt. These are perhaps the most belated words in the human vocab. Well, atleast mine. Its clockwork. To run. Am forever chasing, what I like to think, are cobwebs. You see I, like most thrill-seeking folk who believe they are alternative citizens, believe in keeping life complicated. Its a completely different matter that spiders weave straight lines.<br /><br />Anyway, its monsoon. Its Mumbai monsoon and its supposed to have created a clutter of chaos. And there is that much more urgency to fight for time to weave my web. But today time waited for me.<br /><br />I walked. I like to walk. It was my absolute favourite thing to do back home. You see, I'm a small town girl. I had no cobwebs to weave back then, my life was plotted in sectors. But I took the occasional long stroll back home, something that was alternative in the hamlet-ghost town.<br /><br />Here I'm a rootless tree. Challenged to walk mindlessly anywhere, to any corner without question or direction. You see, in Mumbai, every image even resting in the corner of your eye, inspires. This is the city acid flashbacks are made of. These are the colours that spirals in a cokehead. These are the musings of an lost artiste.<br /><br />Today I walked. I didn't wait for the cab to take me home. The highway, the whizzing cars, the irritable lot stuck in traffic, the conjunctions of chaos stuck in my head quitened. White noise. I wasted time.<br /><br />The milk stop, the soul street, the dazzling sign boards, the vegetated lush green of wet earth, the cottage-roofed homes - I saw the city transition to smiling faces instead of cluttered conduits of frowned pollutants.<br /><br />Itd been a while. I'd been watching life passing by like a back seat driver. Collecting used and dampened match sticks in flip flops at a rain thrashed drizzling dusk. Chasing fire flies in the muddy vegetation off a polluted side-walk. Their abode hides the grime of the metropolitan, tales etched into the memory of the concrete beneath the soles of the walking denizens - narratives of the obdurate elves who pretend to live and work in the expansive cloak of what could be their motherland but is their relative land.<br /><br />Passing a shop window, I caught a reflection. Glee rested in my eyes. I sensed happiness.<br /><br />So this is to you Mumbai. I've loved you, hated you, gotten to know you better. You've found me, accepted me, changed me, made me a family, broken me, abandoned me, homed me and given this spider a space for her cluttered cobweb. You let me know its ok to be different and its ok to be like everyone else. You've freed my soul, like a helium baloon, keeping my extended string tied to the displaced ground. I keep losing the shifting focal point now and then, but you leave me directions by my bedside.<br /><br />So thank you lover. Now back to the many more straight lines I must weave.</span>Zedekiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934383918222740503noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170476.post-11136400875585737632010-05-01T20:26:00.004+05:302010-05-02T12:31:55.936+05:30Expendable<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1t3LYLdZ3faSl3b2dGbmMebKOJlkBDkIFYHzpsYTMxL8GY8NGl3cV13vk2OKsvrWHPw6pPyF9LJ9RZzJ95rBC7abwL3MF2xHzNNJeECtjm7WqAJr9KQ688PBUA1e4UaGoiprJNw/s1600/123.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1t3LYLdZ3faSl3b2dGbmMebKOJlkBDkIFYHzpsYTMxL8GY8NGl3cV13vk2OKsvrWHPw6pPyF9LJ9RZzJ95rBC7abwL3MF2xHzNNJeECtjm7WqAJr9KQ688PBUA1e4UaGoiprJNw/s320/123.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466322073042724370" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I won't crash</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">But burn like a cinder</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Keep that fire ember-ed</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Won't let it die out.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I won't get lost</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">But walk through the walls of your mind</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Dissolve the window and pluck out the hinges</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Won't let the door cave in.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I won't feed angst</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">But will play with fury</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Let you rape my mind</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Won't let my sanity slip.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I won't vegetate</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">But let the cancer plague</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Grow a mountain of sorrow</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Won't climb the Everest.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I won't sink</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">But will lose the compass</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Fall prey to the Kraken.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Won't sail into your void.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I won't peep</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">But will snake around your curiosity</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Lead you to voyeurism</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Won't lose virginity.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I won't crumble</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">But share the pie</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Let you shred the paper</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Won't sign up for recycle.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I won't die</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">But let you tease open wounds</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Bleed till the last cell clots</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Won't let out a last sigh.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I won't colour</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Stay within the lines</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Pick up all crayons</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Won't let the white smear stain.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I will live</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">But will will you to kill</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Yell and watch murder in your eyes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Will still will to love</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>Zedekiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934383918222740503noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170476.post-44635820744480624132010-04-19T18:44:00.002+05:302010-04-19T19:02:36.726+05:30When Dragons Whine<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqNOXc5hfqSl-7LJULRHdL9fy5A3iDSH9yk7cp1d9Q7wERo_vy_sfLUI3xfAV7pLvgYeHebcsxoAgcO8iJwrhSoL8GUFeoXSBNA-rfzn6lJuZ2dP6ZVOiQtE8HJWORToTnXOob2A/s1600/Water_dragon_by_Ironshod.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqNOXc5hfqSl-7LJULRHdL9fy5A3iDSH9yk7cp1d9Q7wERo_vy_sfLUI3xfAV7pLvgYeHebcsxoAgcO8iJwrhSoL8GUFeoXSBNA-rfzn6lJuZ2dP6ZVOiQtE8HJWORToTnXOob2A/s320/Water_dragon_by_Ironshod.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461840911195535234" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><p class="MsoNormal">I am the product of your throwaway words,<br />My mother's burned-out candles,<br />A violent, beautiful world,<br />An unprescribed strip of TCA, nightly.<br /><br />I am much less than the glue that holds society together -<br />I am a vine, a weed creeping through the preexisting cracks.<br />I pretend the streetlamps are the moonlight,<br />And I feed on last month's newspapers.<br /><br />I could be the buoy you cling to, keeping you up,<br />Or the rope pulling you deeper below the surface.<br />I will shrug the salt and debris from my shoulders,<br />And board your sinking ship.<br /><br />I am knotted together with complexes,<br />Shielded by my opinions,<br />I hold wit as my sword and pull no punches,<br />And wear burn-scars as war-paint.<br /><br />I don't believe I can change the world,<br />I merely want to shatter the silence.<br />I will break hearts, I will break bones,<br />And I will have my dreams broken in turn.<br /><br />I'm safe where I am, and jaded,<br />I am weathered and accustomed to being the ground beneath your feet.<br />I never realised how important I was until then.<br />And I despise it. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">But enough about me.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> PS: I hear dragons whine when I sleep.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p></span></div> <p></p>Zedekiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934383918222740503noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170476.post-87479884313387737702010-04-10T19:09:00.000+05:302010-04-10T19:10:10.932+05:30Chordance<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh80uJbzY9HNqy8I8VbOZOOnnyumGBAwouYauoP8c3BFpQyyHKj-3wxpUveTYJlZc3MwPzGBFQg-nU0xvDydOfsMnASMvePnwmBDlIWDdlMwkeALlkletuVf9aXTcrIvmH2VnwGmA/s1600/one.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh80uJbzY9HNqy8I8VbOZOOnnyumGBAwouYauoP8c3BFpQyyHKj-3wxpUveTYJlZc3MwPzGBFQg-nU0xvDydOfsMnASMvePnwmBDlIWDdlMwkeALlkletuVf9aXTcrIvmH2VnwGmA/s320/one.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458503106562968514" /></a>Zedekiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934383918222740503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170476.post-84557860589266680342010-03-20T12:29:00.003+05:302010-03-20T12:47:25.827+05:30Silence of the Words<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">I have no damnable words to make my voice<br />fit the sorrow. My heart had the audacity<br />to open, and then beat itself to life.<br /><br />There isn't enough suffering to make anything.<br />pieces of beautiful scattered and kept both and I<br />have no room to belong to his smile.<br /><br />.We<br />.Or maybe just I<br />are not breathing and the night<br />never ends. Nothing changes,<br /><br />These eyes used to see imagination's miracles<br />trembling; motion; moons; hands; leaves.<br />infinite.<br />Buddha. words.<br />water. colours.<br /><br />often I speak dreams now useless and how love<br />must simply sit waiting so refined and unadorned.<br />but I become undefined and more unclear.<br />and I blur in his eyes.<br />and I cant focus.<br /><br />I move. Grow old. Die<br />Unbelieving. eventually unfeeling. body at rest<br />but soul imploring more...<br /><br />of anything.......but distance.<br />hate.remorse.pain.fear.ache......elation.<br />anything.........but<br /><br />. .there is a voice i hear<br />incessantly....caught in my hair.<br /><br />It takes me to again.<br />and over. and over.<br />simplicity.<br /><br />I know we have already died numerous times<br />unrequited. and unknown. and these words feel like cotton.<br />feel tasteless and pointless.<br />but they are words, and words are all that stick to my skin.<br />after all the places he touched. my God, i am treading air.<br />living is a chore. loving is a risk.<br />and i want to rip everything<br />away from the world except the truth.<br />which always resided in him.<br /><br />remember ..............<br />depth is endless.<br />the end is nothing.<br /><br />and if i can bear the quiet,<br />maybe the residual fire will keep me warm enough<br />to teach me that silence is not so terrible;<br />it is a language that could resurrect us all<br /></span></span></span>Zedekiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934383918222740503noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170476.post-81358155266512444652010-03-16T03:30:00.003+05:302010-03-16T03:38:47.408+05:30Warped & Twisted - IV<div style="text-align: center;">Slit it open</div><div style="text-align: center;">like a device of pain.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Fill its crevice</div><div style="text-align: center;">with an imploring disdain.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cry out asunder</div><div style="text-align: center;">let no one hear</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Boil intravascular</div><div style="text-align: center;">let your blood bear</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Damage permanent</div><div style="text-align: center;">create scars deep</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Keep healing at bay</div><div style="text-align: center;">may gore gashes peep</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Happiness is a drug</div><div style="text-align: center;">Romance pain and torture plug.</div>Zedekiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934383918222740503noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170476.post-74241994615815061092010-03-01T19:01:00.004+05:302010-03-01T20:31:17.387+05:30Suicide<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfnlAImMGZePevE2jMnH6O_yVtdRHwmfi_cmVDHXehUGlazOy7Gl57nkzJwswKdKgXsB57hupIp3579TPtZQv7p5_OOACMm52skzSRwRFuRiEAaxajL2dtR5cZ73ljSirg_D8_5Q/s1600-h/surf.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443680122265911058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfnlAImMGZePevE2jMnH6O_yVtdRHwmfi_cmVDHXehUGlazOy7Gl57nkzJwswKdKgXsB57hupIp3579TPtZQv7p5_OOACMm52skzSRwRFuRiEAaxajL2dtR5cZ73ljSirg_D8_5Q/s320/surf.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Here: Nothing has changed. It's morning and it's light. She wishes her eyes were glued so the sun wouln't stream through her eyes so. It's morning and she's got nightmares stuck under her fingernails and crimson stained lips from the night before. It's morning and she doesn't remember the night before. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Here: She only likes Spring. She only likes the smell of Jasmine and she only likes white dresses with lace. She says I'm tired, tired of the snow and isn't it ironic February takes so long? She says I want birds. I want birds outside my window. She says I want to wake up, and I want to smell fresh warmth. She says, I don't want to remember the last time I felt warm. She says, I can't pretend anymore. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Here: The white walls of her tenemant are really doorways to other empty worlds. Places where everything is the same colour - cocaine/bone/teeth. She stays away from the walls, afraid sh'll crossover, afraid Alice will find white oleander wonderland, afraid she'll never find her way back. Afraid she won't want to. The floor looks like it should creak but it doesn't. The windows look poetic frames and maybe she wants to jump. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Then: She used to sing at the balcony. She used to dance in the kitchen. She used to write letters everyday. She scribbled her life. She hashtagged her soul. She poured thoughts in 140 characters or more. She couldn't write anymore. Pages went empty. Links died. He used to watch her, she remembered. He used to let her veins tear and stain the paper in words that made it all poetic and pretty, he said. You see, he thought, it was art. He told her it was the preetiest thing in the world. But now he isn't here anymore.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Then : It's morning and her skin doesn't feel as soft. Her eyes aren't limpid and brightly honey-dew. The cieling fan isn't spinning. It's morning and there are empty pages strewn on her white floor. It's morning and she opens her eyes like she's been asleep. It's morning and it seems like it's always morning. It's morning and the windows talk to her. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>They call and then she jumps!<br /></div><br /><div></div>Zedekiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934383918222740503noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170476.post-3148234765532171002010-02-25T03:33:00.003+05:302010-02-25T04:01:54.732+05:30Cheers Darliing<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">To Love</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">To lingering sense of wonder</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">To abandon at martinis</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">To leaps of faith</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">To seamless peace </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">To peals of laughter </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">To urns of sugar swept joy</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">To rudderless sailing</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">To mirth</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">To graying edges and wrinkling skin</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">To hangovers</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">To music</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">To grunge chords F & G</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">To memory</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">To Tiny Dancers</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">To Desire</span></div><div align="center">To the road</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"></div>Zedekiahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934383918222740503noreply@blogger.com5