And if you come knock my door now, I will clearly not ask you why
I will breathe in this wild northern wind, I will scream to the clear blue sky
With my life complete with the ones I love, I will slam this door shut
My tears fall, I go on. Don’t hear my heart I so deny my soul
I see you stand I don’t stop, when there you sit behind. I climb to the top
I walk west and I walk straight. I walk this way to lead you astray.
Note: Sijo is not supposed to rhyme but I am not able to give it that musical quality until I don’t rhyme the lines, my apologies.. but it is more important to make it sing song :http://thenegativesign.wordpress.com/sijo/
May writes to you. Oh great. And my and letters of your family and so called *friends* are the same, right. Ahan. Ok. I’m glad you told me before she met me in the hallway, opening your letter. Thanks a lot Andrew. That was really comforting to know. Who am I? Just a person in a crowd. I’ll find my own way. Thank you very much
I changed the letter pad. I know it’ll make no difference since you have a lot many people to write such nicer things to you. You feel for all of them, you feel for everyone I am no new person for you to understand and feel for.
I got into the Med school and am going away in a few days. Hope you’ll write soon. I am happy that you love where you are. Guess what- I don’t.
I have mood swings; we all do… I saw winds whooshing past and the wind chilling my hands as I sat and a poem came again in my mind, came and went.. Just like the gust of warm winds that used to come in the sunny days.. Came and went. Came and went..
Now close the windows and hush all the fields
If the trees must, let them silently toss;
No bird is singing now, and if there is,
Be it my loss.
It will be long ere the marshes resume,
I will be long ere the earliest bird:
So close the windows and not hear the wind,
But see all wind-stirred
But yes.. I am not going to explain the meaning and the context and all we do in our papers with our pens.. Some feelings are best just felt.. unsaid and untainted.. Or maybe this is one big excuse for feelings we dare not confess. Or maybe we never have the actual words. So, clad in excuses or reasons, if you may, I can just give you one other poem
I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;
Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.
The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.
And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.
And I smile the most sad smile of them all….. =)
(Poem 1: Now close all the windows. Poem 2: A Minor Bird)