GPAP: . sick..

Welcome

Say a few words. ~ Rachel

A search for happiness is nothing but finding a home in a hearts of few so safe..that you cant help but keep trying to stay in. Hope yall still want in.
~Shraddha

In a while,looking at a few old words you wrote once,

some being those, which makes you wonder how you wrote it,

unless you got that ardour , that small drug you were addicted with,that small shelter, that old family. Makes you silent.

In a while, now writing a few words. And that exhilation to share it,ain't the same. And you think about the old time.

Makes you silent again.

~ Manisha.

One day when I get superpowers (ahem), I'd ask you to hold my hands and I would make you see what I see. Feel, How I feel. I would want to have you look at the world, the stars, the moon, the ocean, the way I see them. And in that maelstrom of visions I would get to see the world in your image. Experience this sanctum through your eyes. And then when I write, that would be my greatest work ever. Because It would have been written by all of us and none of us. But I don't have superpowers, so lets make this place, the sanctum in my dream.
~Sharad

Thursday, September 17, 2009

. sick..

sitting with legs crossed stuck in the cross-section of time breathing nothing down my throat holding the present responsible, in vain scribbling empty contours on a page hoping it would breathe itself to life every dot and curve intended to cleanse and wash this rage rattled center, dispersed light the balance disturbed, deterred searching for the catalyst, misplaced somewhere in transit, someone's plight night beckons with a sleepless kiss this should be what it seems a long stretch of illness a disease called in retrospection.. .eby.