These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

Ruminations #1

 
I am a mirror
Behind me is despair
Lurking just beyond the surface
Biding time before it emerges.

I know that there is hope
I’ve spied its spark from deep within.
But alas, I’m at a loss to draw strength from it.
From weariness, my vision’s gone dim.

In my eyes can’t you see the sadness ?
Perhaps you do but you choose to ignore…
Scared that if you dare acknowledge it
You’ll find a reflection of your own soul.





20th August 2001

Life in the Ivory Tower



I walk the roads and what do I feel
Gloom, depression, fear
I glance around and what do I see
Gray, looming clouds and age-old trees
I listen to what sound there is
I hear the dripping of a million tears
Unshed, unvoiced by the scholars’ minds
All yearning for a minute’s peace


20th August 2001

Life in the Ivory Tower

 
I walk the roads and what do I feel
Gloom, depression, fear
I glance the roads and what do I see
Grey, looming clouds and age-old trees
I listen to what sound there is
I hear the dripping of a million tears
Unshed, unvoiced by the scholars’ minds
All yearning for a minute’s peace


10th August 2001

Shattered.

This love, it is glass -
pure, innocent, true
Trusting, unsuspecting
It doesn't hold back but gives everything,
shows everything to you.

Yet you smeared it with lies
Faced it with a mask
Ever distorting the image within
You punctured the surface with slivers of hate
Now this glass -
it's all broken; dim.

There's nothing now but blackness
An empty heart, a soulless entity
A million fragments flying into the wind
A pervading air of misery

So tell me, are you happy now?
Where has that pure image gone to?
The day I find my reflection back
Never again would I entrust it to you.



2nd August 2001

Shattered.

 
This love, it is glass -
pure, innocent, true
Trusting, unsuspecting
It doesn't hold back but gives everything,
shows everything to you.

Yet you smeared it with lies
Faced it with a mask
Ever distorting the image within
You punctured the surface with slivers of hate
Now this glass -
it's all broken; dim.

There's nothing now but blackness
An empty heart, a soulless entity
A million fragments flying into the wind
A pervading air of misery

So tell me, are you happy now?
Where has that pure image gone to?
The day I find my reflection back
Never again would I entrust it to you.




2nd August 2001
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