About life and its supposed realities in general, and nothing in particular. Feelings, and wayward thoughts, fleeting moments of happiness and the constant numbness from the sad realities, generally makes up the most of it.
Moments in Time
Friday, July 25, 2008
The Reason
Is there really a reason? Do I really need one? What if the real reason is that its unreasonable enough to go about in the dark, trying to grope into the cluttered walls with old paintings and sepia-toned frames,with the spiders just waiting for its prey to land; and amidst the clutter, your torch suddenly flashes past by the tin soldier that you lost when you were a kid, and frantically searched for it till the last teardrop left its trail of saltdust over your cheeks? The reason is not what I care for, its the uncanny state of not finding one which enchants me.
A cake with butter-paper sticking to its side.Thats reason enough for me.
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2 comments:
tin soldiers and rag dolls are excuses first, reasons later. And the unreasonable is always an afterthought.
BTW, I am not un/half civilised! :(
@lara
Unreasonable is the norm of d day...!!!
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