Dull echo less footfalls left /
Seems familiar yet distant //
February 01, 2011
January 31, 2011
Rejection
Empty Eyes,
Bereft of Emotions /
Empty Lips,
Bereft of Speech /
Empty Hands,
Bereft of Warmth /
Empty Mind,
Bereft of Thought /
Empty Heart,
Bereft of Feelings /
Empty Books,
Bereft of Words /
Empty Music,
Bereft of Melody /
Empty Room,
Bereft of Voice /
Empty House,
Bereft of Company /
Empty Dreams,
Bereft of Hope /
Empty Present,
Bereft of a Future //
Like a kite set adrift on a bleak greying sky /
Like a wound that no longer bleeds but leaves a dull ache /
Like a barren land that knows no growth //
Emptiness that transcends
The boundaries of Time and Space /
Emptiness, Emptiness, Emptiness,
That Rejection brings in its Wake //
January 29, 2011
An Old Ode To Troubled Times
There I was flying
high above the ocean
with dreams that blinded me,
brighter than the sun I sought to catch..
and then without warning,
my wings, I see no longer ...
I crashed headlong
broken into a million pieces.
have reached the dead end -
and the noose looms large
to be soon round my thick neck
tightening with the passage of time.
Immunity from pain and joy alike
my wild oats crumbled and scattered
by the wild stormy winds of power
a path of no retreat.
I slink to the corner
taking comfort in the dark
lying awake many nights unseen
nursing hidden wounds to the heart and mind.
The scorching heat of thoughtless minds
have melted my protective armour
leaving me unprepared, unprotected
unsure and unwilling.
Good intentions, mistimed
add little to clear my woes.
I whimper soundless and
sometimes a raging torrent.
Desolation, isolation I foresee
is what life has in store for me.
(wrote this 13 years ago...my failure to clear my C.A/C.P.A finals driving me to a state of depression and an immense sense of a failure...)
(It may seem immature in places...the fault is entirely mine...)
January 27, 2011
Meeting The In Laws
Should call this a Thursday Centus, weekly deadline round the corner..... A 100 or less worded Micro fiction, with a Prompt (not included in the 100 words count) that has to be left intact in the tale. This time its Sci-fi style of writing...that's a boon/dream come true for a Sci-fi/fantasy addict like me....whoopee!!! Go have your fill of other worldly creative endeavours at Jenny Matlock's meme...her blog off on my tangent.
Was a nerve wrecking trip in more ways than one....travelling at light's speed, through space warps was one thing....being trapped in a orb that sped along at breathtaking speed ...oops, my body is back on the colony taking in artificial air....
Atleast he is with me...desperately miss holding his cybortic hand. We are barbarians to his folks, in love with decaying bodies they discarded like old clothes a million years ago.
As we begin to slow down, I wonder which of the hovering orbs are the parents...its times like these I love to quote old liners.."Beam me up, Scottie..."
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