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 :)


No more of this eloquence.
I’ve gone deaf from my own cries.
From the non-stop bombardment of impassioned pleas
All emanating from
And heard only by me.

I too have gone blind.
From being far away for too long.
So I’ll just wait
Until the silence I so detest
again, claim me;
Shroud me in stillness;
Pacify me with it’s dreadful calm.

Bitterness is turning to hate –
An all consuming fire.
So let me burn.
As if there’s someone in this whole damned world
Who cares!

 17th August 2002
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