Sunday, March 04, 2007

Burning


Burning. Burning. Hurting. Burning.
Chaotic thoughts. Floating. Jumping.
Snatch one here. One there.
Make no sense. Despair.
Move, mooove. NO. Halt. Lie still? Pain.
Oh! How I explain?
Fed up. Cry.
Hurts. No pry.
Alone? No. people? NO.
Don’t know.
Think. Feel. Hurt only.
Life. Folly.
No more.
Please.

- Written on March 4, 2007, Sunday, HOLI.
- Free flow as usual. Friends (especially you Deba) have been telling me for long that I am too Wordworthian must become modern. Seems my subconscious was listening. What is this about? Dunno. It is modern yaar. Make of it what u will. U will anyway. But yes, I have ulcers in my mouth thanks to an allergic reaction. Actually I have a mouth that is all ulcer. I think I let my tongue write this out. Takes away all the mystery doesn’t it? ;0

2 comments:

Pencil push said...

Aha, this is something like a staccato style. Tapers towards the end like a pyrmaid. This is interesting. Liked it.
-- DEBA

Easwar Subramanian said...

Dazed and confused it did leave me..
Hope I do for ulcers to disappear..

Peotry,a modern that too, did indeed convey thoughts clearly however leaving me confused at how it shall end....