Tuesday, February 28, 2006

She wants everything, but she sits still and thinks of nothing.
It’s happened before. It’s happening now. But it won’t anymore.
Then as if fabricated by the utter absence of intent,
She switches off the music and sits in silence.
And as if fabricated by the total lack of thoughts and activity,
He appears, out of nowhere, and sits next to her.
Side by side they sit.
But nothing stirs.
Silence.
Nothing lights the skin on their faces.
Darkness.
He allows her a long comfortable silence.
She doesn’t.
He thinks she’s absorbed in thoughts.
She doesn’t think what he’s thinking.

Is that it?

8 Comments:

Blogger GhostOfTomJoad said...

I wonder if this means what I think it does!

11:02 pm  
Blogger km said...

And the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
Are the borders of our lives

6:00 am  
Blogger AlterinG Abhishek said...

Yet there is something that binds them

11:30 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Maybe

12:05 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

i think that you think that he thinks what she's thinking...
but did she really think what he's not thinking what you think he's thinking and what i think he's not thinking...
this one has also got me thinking...
now that's a tough one to crack...

7:50 pm  
Blogger chaos said...

That's it... enjoy the silence :)

10:45 am  
Blogger Surjo said...

Hi J !

You are a very creative girl when it comes to writing. Keep it up !!! Nice work !!!

1:01 pm  
Blogger death said...

peace

4:41 pm  

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Friday, February 24, 2006

When God launched the earth in this universe, things looked a lot different from what it is now. The grass was red and the sky was green. And Santa Claus make an issue out of it, he said it looked too christmasy and people might have a brand recall mix-up. So Eve was hired as a freelance designer. She suggested a blue-purple colour combo. Adam thought it was too feminine. He would have personally liked a black-green combo. Noah however though pink-white would make all the people happy and err… gay! Now God was in a fix. He couldn’t offend Eve for obvious reasons. Neither could he go against the brawn-power of Adam. And pink-white was way too sissy, for his liking. So blue-green it was, till the issue was discussed again by the blogwhores, blogaddicts. blogpimps, blogsluts, blogjerks, blogbitches, blogarazzi, blogwives, blogaholics, bloggenious, blogculprits and blogvictims.

Blogvirgins won of course. Now, to celebrate, let’s watch the ‘fat is nice’ campaign featuring Missy Elliot wearing compact discs.

10 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

i think its DVDs..

4:13 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I don't know, I think I would have liked my surroundings all pink and white. Imagine a serene white sky with wispy pink cotton-candyey clouds! But that's probably just too much cartoons-for-few-year-olds in me talking.

Oh, that, and God's a she.

6:48 pm  
Blogger Vincent said...

Red grass, green sky?
Arghh... burns my retina just thinkin about it. :D

7:32 pm  
Blogger anantha said...

Ya, I agree with Anon. CDs are so passe.. Those are most definitely DVDs!

8:30 pm  
Blogger km said...

Heidi Klum's plugging a "fat is nice" campaign? When did she switch over from the "snort till you're thin" campaign? Or am I thinking of Kate Moss?

1:42 am  
Blogger AlterinG Abhishek said...

Wallah!!
you have some art of wRite-ing!

kudoz

8:58 am  
Blogger Golden Words said...

thank u for not using my name in the fat is nice thing..

9:28 am  
Blogger Self Writeous said...

Is this the modern art equivalent of verbiages?

Me likes, allthesame.

10:33 pm  
Blogger death said...

tee hee hee :P very nice :D

11:05 am  
Blogger humbl devil said...

hey ladyJ,
is the thirthyatra over???

STATUTORY WARNING : THIRTHYATRAs ARE HARMFUL FOR ladyJ's HEALTH...

:)

4:17 pm  

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Thursday, February 16, 2006

Voices
In my head
Soothingly restless
Sensibly frantic
Silently echoing
In numb distress
Fighting for space
Crucifying my mind
Making me scream
Waiting for the pain to die inside my brain
Yearning for its time to come again
And the dance goes on
A myriad voices stand along
Living without reason
Dying for the shot
The voice comes to me
With its fatal remedy
Burning in my veins
Like a dead man come alive
Writhing in my pain
The fallen voice laughs
And I feel his voice in me
Resonating in a never-ending agony
I show no resistance
Indeed, it must be a dream
That’s just hurting me

10 Comments:

Blogger death said...

give me your dream

2:39 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

your words affect me and so i must start running again

4:10 pm  
Blogger Vincent said...

You could use some 'Dream Control'.
Silent Lucidity - Queensryche.

5:38 pm  
Blogger The Wandering Hermit said...

Now its my turn to experience Deja Vu...

cheers
z

10:14 pm  
Blogger thorswheels said...

Add my 1 rave to the list!

4:35 am  
Blogger sinusoidally said...

You need a prescription?! Just kidding!

4:38 am  
Blogger Blue Athena said...

tucked away,
unmet thoughts
and fears
meet me in my dreams
confronting
why I took
a detour, when
I saw them standing
in my way...

10:06 am  
Blogger GhostOfTomJoad said...

I think these voices are going to take over the world!

6:13 pm  
Blogger jaijee said...

Hey what has got into you again...you still have 4-5 years if i remember it right????

8:41 pm  
Blogger Golden Words said...

its the vodka man. dont drink so much..

7:49 am  

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Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Languid screams resonate forcefully, through vague voids.
Fading away into a
*Drip*
Flooding the twosome tinkling glasses
Bright red love portion

Or is it… Raw Bitter Bloody Blood?

Drinking it in tiny gulps.
He relishes every drop.
The last drop plays around his tongue.
Like a luscious sweet petal of sin.
Like the sweet anguished symphony of a thousand violins.
Like a delirious whisper of a weakling that’s become a prey to the mighty beast.
As the last one goes down the throat…
I write my life down on a napkin
Put it down on the table
He wipes his mouth with it.
The words go awry.

10 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I wondered, What's wrong with me ?
What's going to happen to me ?
How can I go on ?



Without acceptable treatment,
I later became much worse...

4:12 pm  
Blogger chaos said...

did Vampires struck you ;) ...

8:09 pm  
Blogger Blue Athena said...

Nice flow. :)

9:03 am  
Blogger madhavan said...

the awry words red now
drip drip to the floor
coalesce
rise like hoods of serpents
blood words rise and strike

11:24 am  
Blogger death said...

b r i l l i a n t

3:38 pm  
Blogger Self Writeous said...

It's got a haunting refrain!! Nice.

Free Verse can be so liberating. I can't seem to get my obsession for rhyme schemes out of my poems.

9:55 pm  
Blogger Surjo said...

Nice one J !!! You are a very creative girl I must say.

2:48 pm  
Blogger sanity_sucks said...

wow!!!!
thats gory alright :)

9:30 pm  
Blogger death said...

and, a new pome awaits the fingers of a stealthy writer. hoping to weave some magic. like a hound in black eyes.

write

5:14 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hmm

4:51 pm  

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Friday, February 03, 2006

I moved to the room outside
Hoping that the wind would spare me, my spirit
I found a wren, a close confide
I turned to the trees to hear it
Though I knew its song was through
A backward glance would wing it
I tendered soft rain to ease the pain
And let all the dark clouds ring it
A crystal voice prepared my name
It bade me soon to follow
The nagging worries also came
The dark and fearsome hollow
The silent seat
The open door
The outside conversations built with heat
The thoughts that roar
"Hold fast, belay suspicion!"

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Blogger death said...

whats all this about? it smells of mystery. and you not on yahoo?

5:36 pm  
Blogger chaos said...

this is awesome. beauty...

7:46 pm  
Blogger km said...

Some of the lines here can be sung (almost) to the metre of Bob Dylan's "Gates of Eden". Coincidence?

krishna

3:47 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

wow!!

10:50 am  
Blogger thorswheels said...

Second KM on the Dylan connection!

5:01 am  
Blogger madhavan said...

SO?

I mean, thoughts will roar. Different thoughts, different roars. And each will create a different emotion. Dark and fearsome hollows. Bright halos. What's the mystery in it. Be prepared!!! :P

10:24 am  
Blogger death said...

d e a d are you?

1:08 pm  

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