thanks

you forced me to retire
from the tangible
but
how can i not tell you
what i see or feel
every now and then?

… pink-bleeding blackberry kathmandu collage

… new stars that i spot in between pisces and aries

… cloud patterns

… the narrowest alleyway i’ve ever walked past

… two-leg carrot

… midnight breeze

… bizzare hairdos

… owls in union

… 2am meal

… spirorgasm

… anhedonia

… pickpockets in bus

… 19yo’s affair with her best friend’s grandfather

… renowned writer with no writer’s fork but broken girdle of venus

… good poems that i read on wordpress

… omgfacts tweets

… astro wonders

… dreams and interpretations

… story of chicken and fox

… my decision to quit coffee

… juicy gossips …

¤¤¤

from pseudo-conversations
i recently
graduated to soliloquy

someday
i may find a way out
to feel you too
–without letting others perceive you–
and
prevent myself from being a second fiddle

that time
even if others use any disorder-ly term to define my state
i won’t give a hoot
because
i already know
i live in delusion
and
it’s you who made me realise that

i’m really thankful to you
for this
— though painful —
none-such spiritual bliss

thanks

¤BlackBerry Poem¤

Advertisements