Sunday, July 10, 2016

We Stuck, Nor Breath Nor Motion





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Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge,
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Stuck in a comfortable place
No guess what happens next
With a clear view of jam ahead
So much, much to do instead
Still sucked at the same spot
To stay put or to honk horns
One after another, another
Another one day goes by
Moves with zero sound
Midst music all around
Direction signs all day long
To move dead straight ahead
It seems like moving, or 
Moving got stuck in a place.

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Eternal Sunset, Empty Eyeballs





The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.”
Fernando Pessoa




So empty these eyeballs I see
Dry of imaginations mysteries
Do they feel what I feel?
Plain truth lives deceits

Audience do they seek in me
To witness some silent speech
Far off can they heave?
Into vastness of eternities

Empty eyeballs
Eyeballs emptied


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