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.


August 17, 2007

me me me me

The song goes like that.... I hum it sometimes when my mind stops working, and I stare in front of me at the computer and then pick up the messages blinking on it and save the folder and then delete them because I don't want to go see another face that is going to go away.

Everyone goes away, in the end.

I lie. In this angry mass of burning spirits I float and churn inside, willing to calm but unable to do so... willing to give in but unable to run out of my molten spirits.... I am like the lava that erupts and pours through, the bile, the unbearable lightness of being in nothingness.

Will you carry all? My empire of dirt??

And I forgot the words, but the essence is still there. The essence is there in the short spurts of enthusiasm, the childish outstretch towards something.... something. But I find nothing. I see nothing. I feel nothing.

NO Thing is. But what is not?

4 comments:

eve's lungs said...

Are you ranting or is this blank verse or what ?Cheer up -

panu said...

hehe. i have no clue what i write nowadays.

Heathcliff Ranting... said...

babu ta.... mmmuuuaaaaahhhh!!!

panu said...

notun post korlam.