My nights, when not spent in hurriedly studying for the exams, or used up sleeping due to the college routine, are often utilized in thinking and imagining fantastic things; which is why my mother often calls me an 'old aunt', i guess. But as long as talking and imagining help me solve the everyday problems without rousing a suspicion of me being a lunatic, i guess i will let that continue!
Here is a poem, coincidentally very much apt for posting here on this blog after such a long break.
I know;
The moment before, and the moment
after I whisper the deafening words
will be the moment i face death
and revive again.
I imagine the contours of your face
change,in amusement;
the realization of truth will change them to shock.
And disgust, I am afraid.
I try to tread gently,
but trip over my own tears,
while my hands tear at my hair.
I am afraid I have thought too much,
and need to rest now.
Pray, when the moment finally arrives,
listen to my cries once, kiss me,
and then push me away.
I know
I will smile and lie down,
right there,
when you have satisfied
your curiosity
and spewed all your amazement.
I will smile at your inability to lie.
And i know too,
that the icy marble of my room
will make me sleep better
than the silken blankets.
I will awaken to rise up then,
and not step down.
Here is a poem, coincidentally very much apt for posting here on this blog after such a long break.
Rising Again
I know;
The moment before, and the moment
after I whisper the deafening words
will be the moment i face death
and revive again.
I imagine the contours of your face
change,in amusement;
the realization of truth will change them to shock.
And disgust, I am afraid.
I try to tread gently,
but trip over my own tears,
while my hands tear at my hair.
I am afraid I have thought too much,
and need to rest now.
Pray, when the moment finally arrives,
listen to my cries once, kiss me,
and then push me away.
I know
I will smile and lie down,
right there,
when you have satisfied
your curiosity
and spewed all your amazement.
I will smile at your inability to lie.
And i know too,
that the icy marble of my room
will make me sleep better
than the silken blankets.
I will awaken to rise up then,
and not step down.