August 30, 2008

Going For The Kill

The ruthlessness becomes me now,
the same,
which when once bestowed,
killed me
and then gradually became me.

when this me kills,
there's no joy,
contrary to what I thought.
Just some irritating sadness,
and mounting tension,
some wry smiles too,
catching me unaware
amidst heartless banter,
yet coldly coaxing me
to keep going for the kill.

August 29, 2008

Somewhere, Up There...

high up in the mountains,
where the wind blows free
and frolicks teasingly
with the huge pine tree
where the sky is always clear
but for when the clouds roll
and they hang down so near
that the gray takes over the blue
and yet one wonders,
who painted this hue?

high up in the mountains,
where clear streams run
and tinkle and sprinkle
their ware with so much fun,
where the many butterflies fly
dancing with great abundance,
naughty and yet shy!

high up in the mountains,
where the world is so pure
a small hut is all I want,
yes, I am so sure.
In the midst of this green,
living would be a bliss
no empty smiles to give,
no hatred, malice or airborne kiss.
Solitude for company,
through moods happy and sad
peace will reign.
where all seasons would be beautiful -
bright summer and misty rain.

August 16, 2008

Some Lines...Profound

If I could pray, the gist of my
demanding would be simply this:
Quietude. The ordered mind.
Erasure of inner lie.
And only love in every kiss.

From Hymns of Darkness by Nissim Ezekiel

I met a man, loved him. Call
Him not by any name, he is every man
Who wants a woman, just as I am every
Woman who seeks love. In him...the hungry
haste of rivers, in me...
the ocean's tireless waiting.

By Kamala Das

August 8, 2008

My Symphony

The rain fell,
and with it the selfless giggles.
Mad giggles.
In rhythm
with the sharp shower
stinging my bare back.
Bare feet gave company,
drumming the poodles.
In perfect timing.
What bliss. This symphony.

August 1, 2008

Like They Said...And Right They Said

"Take most people, they're crazy about cars. They worry if they get a little scratch on them, and they're always talking about how many miles they get to a gallon, and if they get a brand-new car already they start thinking about trading it in for one that's even newer. I don't even like old cars. I mean they don't even interest me. I'd rather have a goddam horse. A horse is at least human, for God's sake."

~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye, Chapter 17, spoken by the character Holden Caulfield

Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.
~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.

~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

What really knocks me out is a book, when you're all done reading it, you wished the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it.

~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

I felt like jumping out the window. I probably would've, too, if I'd been sure somebody'd cover me up as soon as I landed. I didn't want a bunch of stupid rubbernecks looking at me when I was all gory.

~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye