A smile
Mentioned, seen, imagined
Becomes a flower
Luscious and lusty
A look
Mentioned, seen, imagined
Becomes a vine
Twining and writhing
A sign
Mentioned, seen, imagined
Becomes a recess
Spacious and beckoning
A touch
Mentioned, seen, imagined
Becomes an abyss
Drawing everything in
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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 4:45 pm |
beautiful.
November 17, 2009 at 6:36 pm |
Thanks