And just when bone deep exhaustion
In my soul clamours for a break from it all…
A gusty wind picks up, and whooshes through
The curtain, that partly opened window;
The one I tried to shut. Tight.
And out billows tendrils of not just
My stringy hair…
But labored threads of threatening thoughts.
The “What If”s, the regrets, the tiny tenacious lichen-like
Scabs of memories. Of another day.
This gutsy gusty thing. I wish I could be it.
Someday.
23 July, 2012
July 23, 2012 at 10:28 pm
“The one I tried to shut. Tight.
And out billows tendrils of not just
My stringy hair…
But labored threads of threatening thoughts.”
Awesome. We all wish we could be na? That is what keeps us going. 🙂
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August 5, 2012 at 9:59 am
Soumya 🙂 We Wish… yes… and that is nice too 🙂 As you say it keeps us going! Thank you!
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July 24, 2012 at 2:28 pm
This gutsy gusty thing. I wish I could be it.
Well you can, everyone can .. and I will say GO for it ..
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August 5, 2012 at 10:00 am
Bikram, thank you!!! 🙂
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July 26, 2012 at 7:52 pm
Wow . Loved it. Just matched my feelings as I looked out of the window today.
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August 5, 2012 at 10:00 am
Sunitha, thank you too!
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July 29, 2012 at 9:38 pm
Powerful images. “tiny tenacious lichen-like Scabs of memories” – very vivid!
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August 5, 2012 at 10:00 am
Bindu, thank you so much! 🙂
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