Archive for November, 2006

11:11

Wednesday, November 29th, 2006

Quadruple ones. Four wonders.

A sign, by chance?

A pittance? Feign ignorance.

Or

Five lines cut in halves.

A mirror image of short lines.

Beside the water. Facing a mirror.

Vertically challenged lives-

Or brief loves?

A  trickery of sights, a myriad of sighs.

A word play, A fore play.

A lesson.

11:11

An equal ratio.

A premature

midnight

talk show.

A very late brunch?

11: 11

Glowing on the dashboard.

11:11

One, One.

One.

One.

stories morph into games

Tuesday, November 28th, 2006
"It is no conversationalist love. It is a big game hunter and you are the game."

- JWinterson… as I recall, at least

Can’t I say "pass"? Can’t love put a sign saying welcome here and enter your heart as prize for the wager. Bank on your emotions or the strength of your stomach. heartache is nauseating after all. even disillusionment verges of being painful. Why doesn’t these supposedly meaningful life events, the things that bring color and taste to life.. why don’t they have huge signs, large disclaimers of what is to be lost or won? of what one can be forced to face? Isn’t it but fair to give the traveller a map.., even a very crude one? The lines or the paths don’t matter… it’s the semblance of having a decent chance that makes the painful passing worth taking.

I won’t win simpy because I know the rules or the prize or the probable pain… but knowing would cushion the blows and the thuds of my heart and hopes when they fall and sink.

We can hope and pray that the world is a better place, a fairer place. But it still looks big from where I am standing. Yet I am in it and I think I deserve points for that.

Okay, I took my turn. Now’s let see love or life or what have a try in winnng this set.

yet to be titled

Tuesday, November 28th, 2006

I found an old entry, at the back of one of my notebooks, the red one to be precise.

I think I wrote in September or July… I am not sure really…

Oddly enough

I am reluctant to remember

Oddly enough

It aches to forget

In my gut

An ice tells me of yearning

I want

I seek

But what?

There is unease

In my seeming silence

In my stillness

My insides whirl

There is searching

For an unknown state,

an anonymous solution

In my unspoken

Inexplicable disquiet

I see balance

I bask in my theoretical balance

Yet still I wept

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(hardly edited, the title to follow)