A Liar's Guide to the Dreams..

In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all..

These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight.

They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth... and taste distinctly unusual.


July 04, 2007

wash away the pain....

Come on, dammit!! Heal. Heal me. Heal me.

Motherfucker, heal!! Make me whole again? Where have I healed? Where?

Look, look! It still bleeds here. And here. And here and here and here. They are raw, gaping wounds. Right here. And here.

Look there! Look! There it is. There is the wall. There is the room. There is the silent kingdom you once inherited from your parents. Now you can't even go to sleep in your throne. You close your eyes, and you see nothing. And that is what frightens you.

And I stand here, watching you. I watch you watch me, and I laugh. I laugh at you, I laugh at me. I laugh at us both, because, in the end, we are. We are. And I am.

All the parts of me. They hurt.

9 comments:

Sukhaloka said...

:hugs:. Big ones.

Poorna Banerjee said...

i needed that

Unknown said...

poorna naki? bhalo likhis to.

lekhar style Ta bhalo. Freudian.

(I have stopped commenting on the contents. as they are too personal :-))

Phemonoe said...

Silence.

*hugs*

Poorna Banerjee said...

ss - ajkal personal er theke personality is more important.

oracle - *hugs*

thanks.

Anonymous said...

*just*

*kiss*

Poorna Banerjee said...

i love you bimbo.

Living On Video said...

Babu, what's wrong?

Was a bit late, in checking this.

Poorna Banerjee said...

nothing. its something i had to get off my chest.