As with Kundera's
Unbearable lightness of being
So with the openness
That begets such heavinessI face blankness
The vastness of a suddenly vacant consciousness
The vanished vanquished vanity
Of an arrogant artful me
All knowing I was
Oh How I Was
Till this dot of time
A Period
To punctuate a life that flowed
Unhesitatingly, unbeknown to lightness
Of heart, Of feeling, Of being.
Lighter of my excess emotional baggage
I sag. Not lift.
I lag. And drift.
Seeking closure. That which
Will never be, seeing that
I could never
Never
Never let you go.
Ever.
19 January, 2011
Online. Assaying antithetical presumptuous nonsense :D
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It has that rawness, that unedited, the not too perfectly polished reality in it.
Has the endearing passion. Keep this for it shows you as a mirror. :)
Soumya... raw, uedited, unpolished... are keys to writes here anyway... and this one more than most. Lol! Thanks for finding something even in this absurdity :D! Thanks a ton!
Memories like a foot in the door,
makes letting go a difficult chore.
Buried thoughts from the times of yore,
germinate from within as if from a spore.
Beautiful. Just loved it, especially the pun with "Period"
Govind, thank you. To be honest, I did not realize that figure of speech till you pointed it out in your note! So double thank you :) :)