I admit it
I took your words
Stole your images
And made you change your stances
You are worried
Mute
Without Thought
I know
It’s not a passing fancy
It’s real
You are done in
Things have always been like this
You can only bear them
And not struggle
See, the difference between
You and me is just this
I take and you give
It’s like the fly and the fire
The fly is burned
And the fire comes alive
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We have many moods. I especially like to explore those moods. Some of them can not be called light. To me life is not all honey and sweetness. It is full of woe and despair and darkness. Being one born with a sensitivity which discerns this with acuteness it is my curse or blessing to capture it and etch it in words.
There is a lighter side to it too. I am not averse to picturing it. But there in no point in creating a heaven that we don't find any where around us. Every experiment to make one such place failed miserably. There is something dark in the human soul. Which can not be contained. So here I would also picture these dark promptings of the human heart. Those who are very sensitive and is distressed by such things may feel deeply disturbed by them. If you are one such please only pick the lighter posts of mine. I would not want you to be harmed by anything I write.
I write because I feel like writing and not because of any other gains. My world of letter's is very subjective and may not agree with any one else's. My version of reality comes from within me and may relate to some one else's version of reality too. Even if it doesn't I am not worried.
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November 13, 2009 at 4:46 pm |
good one
November 17, 2009 at 6:39 pm |
Thanks