When the light is dim, all weak and frail It tells us the very outline, I hear Whether it's a man, a hound or a fly Someone who knocks to enter my lair But they say the brightness shows it all The colour the shade the love and hate The hound that stood, the man… Continue reading The Light The Dark
Giving up writing is like giving up breathing. And there are times when you don't want to breathe at all. But you can't just stop breathing if you want to.. and I can't stop writing even if that one remote part of me might ever want to. Even if there is no one to read… Continue reading Aye to my thoughts
I am sitting on the stairs at my Uncle's huge place. Feeling the light coming through the glass pane windows. I like it here. The damp smell, the empty house. Mom's out. Sometimes I wish she didn't have to do all the chores and I could do it for her but then.. we are two distant… Continue reading Relieved is a strange thing to say – you really don’t feel that.
There is light; yes. I have spent two days in the hall, lying on the sofa because I am too sick to move around. Watching movies and reading books to pass the time from dawn till dusk. I am glad I got sick. I am glad I read so much and saw such great stuff.… Continue reading It is better to light just one little candle, then to stumble in the dark
I am not a poet. I can only read poetry (which I extensively do). I write non rhyming curt pieces. But this one caught my eye while cleaning my closet. I don't like this one.. I can write it well in prose.. @2009, January maybe I have this feeling The feeling so great To kill that… Continue reading Outward bound