To hide myself and my face i decided to bury myself in a book. The words looked strange. I couldn't correlate them. The string of thoughts went on in the back ground, tearing me away from the book. The more disturbed I was, the more I tried to lose myself in the words and search for their meanings. I masked myself in them. Slowly I weaved myself into the words and structure of the book. As meaning and story emerged, I no longer needed a mask and there was no need to hide!!
1999
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Showing posts with label some thoughts. Show all posts
Friday, January 2, 2009
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Thoughts from the past...
A Pebble
I wish I was a smooth pebble lying on a roadside wilderness. Watching everything objectively. An object. A small hand would have picked me and felt my smoothness on cheek and may have carried me home. A mother's hand would have thrown me out of window, on to the city road. A bored leg would have kicked me and carried me along. Thus I would have travelled along...I don't want to be a milestone. I just wish I were a pebble...
1999
Leaf, girl and the artist
All the leaves have fallen...
I look at one small leaf on that lone standing tree and wonder whether its painted...and whether my life truly depends on it. I remember a story of a girl who lived looking at the painted leaf and the artist who died while painting the leaf. Did the artist deceive the girl?
1999
I wish I was a smooth pebble lying on a roadside wilderness. Watching everything objectively. An object. A small hand would have picked me and felt my smoothness on cheek and may have carried me home. A mother's hand would have thrown me out of window, on to the city road. A bored leg would have kicked me and carried me along. Thus I would have travelled along...I don't want to be a milestone. I just wish I were a pebble...
1999
Leaf, girl and the artist
All the leaves have fallen...
I look at one small leaf on that lone standing tree and wonder whether its painted...and whether my life truly depends on it. I remember a story of a girl who lived looking at the painted leaf and the artist who died while painting the leaf. Did the artist deceive the girl?
1999
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Alzheimer
She smiles
She sits smiling in a corner
with erasing memories
Memories sliping away
She tries marking a face
She smiles anyway
A warrior she has been
all wars forgotten
wins and losses erased
with no gameplan for a change
She smiles
She sits smiling in a corner
She forgets her previous moments
But seems to imitate
imitate her childhood maybe
She throws tantrums and
She smiles
A mother she has been
all duties and responsibilities fading
she becomes her own grand-daughter
Confused
repeating herself
She smiles
Warrior may be not
but brave she is
defying death
her immediate adversary
She smiles
She sits smiling in a corner
with erasing memories
Memories sliping away
She tries marking a face
She smiles anyway
A warrior she has been
all wars forgotten
wins and losses erased
with no gameplan for a change
She smiles
She sits smiling in a corner
She forgets her previous moments
But seems to imitate
imitate her childhood maybe
She throws tantrums and
She smiles
A mother she has been
all duties and responsibilities fading
she becomes her own grand-daughter
Confused
repeating herself
She smiles
Warrior may be not
but brave she is
defying death
her immediate adversary
She smiles
Monday, August 6, 2007
Drifting Clouds
Drifting clouds
moving cotton across the blue
making shapes
giving joys
amazed little boy's eyes
Drifting eyes
moving thoughts across the mind
making notes
marking memories
moving cotton across the blue
making shapes
giving joys
amazed little boy's eyes
Drifting eyes
moving thoughts across the mind
making notes
marking memories
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