February 5th, 2007
How do I?
Relinquish these tears to these petty words
They will Never be enough to encapsulate the void
The sister who asks if I am drunk
The mother who won’t let me hold the enfant
How do I make it go away?
Don’t let the masses fool you my friend
They are drunk on different spirits
Ride the wind on your pedals
Embrace the wind on the sunny dock
Let each fabric of nature touch you
That you may never die in her arms
Because his opposite is birth not life
The days you wander will ever be your own
Those Moon lit landscapes feeling a tender touch
Or a quiet day with even just your thoughts is good enough
Nothing else really matters so much
Despite Eons of searching
The answer is always in the same place
neha says:
i wish i knew where that place was… is it under the large banyan tree in my childhood courtyard? or the arms of an estranged lover?
February 6th, 2007 at 12:00 pm
Akshat says:
The answer of course is always there, only one does not want to accept it. One wants a different answer, so one spends an eternity searching. Beautiful, as the rest of your work.
February 9th, 2007 at 08:42 pm
neha says:
yes. i suppose you are right. we perhaps just discard the answers we do not like. we live in denial… yet searching for answers we already have… if only sense always prevailed…!
February 10th, 2007 at 11:48 am