"Sparks fly, Instant chemistry"
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Something happens,
violently sweet, brief,
An eruption of confusion
longing, craving
-fades into a glow
embers stoked to last
a little longer,
warm, content.
Monday, May 22, 2006
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Plea
Solitude. It’s a highly underrated feeling these days. There seems to be no space to take time off and listen to the sound of the rain falling in my backyard, on my roof, on my skin. No time to stop and feel the wind rushing through my hair, winnowing it and setting it free. I seem to have no time to stand on the road and watch the traffic whiz past, off to unknown and often disinterested destinations. No time and no space to watch people walk by and wonder where they are all running off to.
No space to stretch out my arms and embrace the stars wheeling overhead in patterns as old as time.
I stopped one day. Just stopped and refused to go any further. They wondered what I was doing. They even stopped and stared but no one had the time or space to ask “why”. The question was unimportant to them. It held no value for them and had no meaning. “What” and “how” were still possibilities but ‘why’ seemed non-existent
He was one of them too. He stopped and stared like everyone else.
They moved on but he remained…looking, watching, assessing.
His eyes were all I noticed-dark brown, deep down shot with golden lights that whirled around and asked me “why”.
A curious smile tilted his lips forward and made him ask “why”.
This is my answer to him.
‘ I stopped because if I hadn’t I would have disappeared and become Everyman. I would have been a motley addition to the rest of the crowd and would have walked into the same rut as everybody else. Another lost soul in the same damn fishbowl as everyone else. If I hadn’t stopped I would have lost my soul and not noticed it was gone… the emptiness would have swallowed me.
If I hadn’t stopped I would have died one kind of death. I would have been dead to the trees, to the wind, to laughter, to your smile. I would have died without tasting intelligence, without tasting love, without feeling your touch on my lips. It would have meant the death of feeling in me.
I cannot go on living without feeling. I cannot go on living and partly living. If I don’t stop the holes will be to deep to be mend again. I need the silence to scar in peace. I need the halt to make sense again. I cannot continue without thinking. I have recognized the fact that my integrity has nothing to do with morals and everything to do with the truth. I need to find that truth again-the truth I see in your eyes, in the way you smile…innocent.
I need to reclaim my innocence. I need you-more than life, more than death, more than pain or joy-only you, your love.’
No space to stretch out my arms and embrace the stars wheeling overhead in patterns as old as time.
I stopped one day. Just stopped and refused to go any further. They wondered what I was doing. They even stopped and stared but no one had the time or space to ask “why”. The question was unimportant to them. It held no value for them and had no meaning. “What” and “how” were still possibilities but ‘why’ seemed non-existent
He was one of them too. He stopped and stared like everyone else.
They moved on but he remained…looking, watching, assessing.
His eyes were all I noticed-dark brown, deep down shot with golden lights that whirled around and asked me “why”.
A curious smile tilted his lips forward and made him ask “why”.
This is my answer to him.
‘ I stopped because if I hadn’t I would have disappeared and become Everyman. I would have been a motley addition to the rest of the crowd and would have walked into the same rut as everybody else. Another lost soul in the same damn fishbowl as everyone else. If I hadn’t stopped I would have lost my soul and not noticed it was gone… the emptiness would have swallowed me.
If I hadn’t stopped I would have died one kind of death. I would have been dead to the trees, to the wind, to laughter, to your smile. I would have died without tasting intelligence, without tasting love, without feeling your touch on my lips. It would have meant the death of feeling in me.
I cannot go on living without feeling. I cannot go on living and partly living. If I don’t stop the holes will be to deep to be mend again. I need the silence to scar in peace. I need the halt to make sense again. I cannot continue without thinking. I have recognized the fact that my integrity has nothing to do with morals and everything to do with the truth. I need to find that truth again-the truth I see in your eyes, in the way you smile…innocent.
I need to reclaim my innocence. I need you-more than life, more than death, more than pain or joy-only you, your love.’
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