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.

January 16, 2008

Four in the Afternoon.

Sudden changes sort of leave the Panu stunned. But the city is beautiful now. Its all glowing softly in the afternoon and looks like a warm place to be when inside she is getting the first chills. Its all good, she says. Happens. It does happen. People go away. Its not a big deal.

So she's taken to the refuge again. Headed for the hills.

She is.

Going places.

Quite happy, she incidentally is. The life she leads is beautiful. Its cold, but then, beauty is best eaten cold.

So then she sings Dylan and says she's like a rolling stone.

I gather no moss. I flit. I flow. I move.

Love my randomness. Love my passion. Love the fact I am a fool, because then I can overlook so many things that others cannot.

I love myself as of now. For getting where I am now. Let me just take a breather and look around. Life is beautiful.


amiya said...

very well crafted story with nice selection of words. A salad of good witticism and harsh reality.

panu said...

oh well i do make a good salad. i shall so make this into a food blog