I do not know the difference between
before and after
Inside the shopping mall, night could
well have been the day
the only indication of a present
is that pain in the feet, possibly
due to walking a long way.
but lets not talk about that
it is not what I wish to talk about
I want to mark this moment
and separate it from this long
continuum
why is it important, you ask
to just type down my tryst with
nausea
passing it for a poetic event
umm, perhaps its not! After all,
we are doomed to repeat the same
mistakes again
stuck in our solitudes
Like a dog running after its tail
wait, I am not sure if that's the
right metaphor at all.
it is a struggle
to remove the glasses, tinted by the
pasts
transgression has become a victim of
its own abundance
How does one write about
uneventfulness?
Again, this is about marking!
distinguishing this moment from the
next
like tagging a photograph as
"the day when we went..."
but such moments happen lesser and
lesser
the blues hold the falling pieces in
place
On autopilot most things happen
but time runs out
like excess water seeping through mud
in a flower pot
I shift from muse to muse
expecting a tour-de-force moment to
happen
but I am sure that when that moment
comes
I will reject it, and move on!
As so over I would be
that I would have played all the
possible scenarios of that situation already...
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