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 :)

All the little things.



And now let me tell you all the little things
     That often make my day
A smile, a hug, even when unsolicited
     Can drive the aches away.

A tiny effort to make me forget
     Whatever is troubling me
Would mean a lot in the days to come
     When I’d need to be at my most steady
    
 A little note that tells me one cares
     Can make any burden of mine, easy
It would be like taking a truckload off
     My frail li’l shoulders to carry

And when I’m in the deepest throes of depression
     Let me tell you what keeps me hanging on
Its not encouraging talk, nor lavish treats
     But just the warm, comforting presence of someone.

2002 February 12

Futility

 
Enough. There is no mystery.
Only the reality of a prickly thorn.
Forget the rose and its promised sweetness.
An inducer of bitterness is what it has become.

Arise. Depth is but a trick
In the changing shadows of the aquamarine sea..
There’s nothing profound ‘bout an emerald iceberg –
An adamantine knife devoid of poetry.


10th February 2002
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