i was put through hell for almost a week.
for upsetting her.
it tested me.
that when it was over,
i told her to shut it.
no, i do not want to discuss about it.
i do not want to communicate of what has actually transpired
during those cold bitter moments.
i just wanted to absorb that moment of us coming together again.
and moved on.
she held me.
she was searching for my eyes.
wanting those deep soul dialogues.
i averted all of it.
nonchalant.
when it is simply fear
that i tried hard
to suppress.
of losing her.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
the comedian
we all love jokes. funny stories.
and at some definitive points in our life,
jokes are necessary for us to stay sane.
the saddest part is no longer tragic.
when one found the courage
to laugh it off.
it is all the same,
it is all the same,
we said repetitively.
as the curtain draws near
as the fate bares its fangs
back to the wall
we'd say, the joke is on me.
this is the punchline.
so please by all means, laugh.
it is the only sensible reaction
that we can afford.
damn all those happy endings.
should have been funny instead.
and at some definitive points in our life,
jokes are necessary for us to stay sane.
the saddest part is no longer tragic.
when one found the courage
to laugh it off.
it is all the same,
it is all the same,
we said repetitively.
as the curtain draws near
as the fate bares its fangs
back to the wall
we'd say, the joke is on me.
this is the punchline.
so please by all means, laugh.
it is the only sensible reaction
that we can afford.
damn all those happy endings.
should have been funny instead.
Friday, February 3, 2012
twirled
they called her primadonna. i could only stare. maybe i willingly wanted to be mesmerised. taken as a whole being. fixated at this singular star infinitely.
one by one dropped like flies. one by one wore her inside out. these are giants. the titans. i stood by like some stupid firefly, i did not leave. i wanted to stay and watched how primadonna play herself out to the end.
from one arms to another, she danced her heart out. it was almost vivid i could taste her raw emotions being tossed about. the richness and intensity is wildly intoxicating. still i stood by. watching her driving me crazy.
human are filth with desires. we were all closer to hell than heaven, i thought. the desire to burn and vaporise. she wanted it too, i could sense it. it had been in her mind for almost forever, seething underneath those glamourous composure. all those delicate moves that she paraded to the world, all those pictures of perfection that she so much worshipped. all of them concealed her true being. i first thought ethereal. but no, we were closer to hell like i said. her true self was evidently glaring to my eyes that i could not help but to identify.
for every fiction there must be an end. for every ending there must be a beginning. this one didnt. this one severe all presumptions. this one enticed and bound me to this spot.
and i watched as if i was waiting for it to end. but deep inside, both me and primadonna wanted this immortalised. she danced away letting her soul consumed by the ravaging melody, and my eyes fiercely worshipping her phenomenal moves and beauty.
one by one dropped like flies. one by one wore her inside out. these are giants. the titans. i stood by like some stupid firefly, i did not leave. i wanted to stay and watched how primadonna play herself out to the end.
from one arms to another, she danced her heart out. it was almost vivid i could taste her raw emotions being tossed about. the richness and intensity is wildly intoxicating. still i stood by. watching her driving me crazy.
human are filth with desires. we were all closer to hell than heaven, i thought. the desire to burn and vaporise. she wanted it too, i could sense it. it had been in her mind for almost forever, seething underneath those glamourous composure. all those delicate moves that she paraded to the world, all those pictures of perfection that she so much worshipped. all of them concealed her true being. i first thought ethereal. but no, we were closer to hell like i said. her true self was evidently glaring to my eyes that i could not help but to identify.
for every fiction there must be an end. for every ending there must be a beginning. this one didnt. this one severe all presumptions. this one enticed and bound me to this spot.
and i watched as if i was waiting for it to end. but deep inside, both me and primadonna wanted this immortalised. she danced away letting her soul consumed by the ravaging melody, and my eyes fiercely worshipping her phenomenal moves and beauty.
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