tempests do create vortexes...
but lets you get rid of those ferris wheel junkies lingerin inside your head.
whirlpools signifies motions in rapid...
but you never find myriads of mermaids ever.
motion sometimes even are created by static inertia...
for how could i explain those endothermic combustions.
am confused n' even perplexed i'm...
for the ecstasy i find sometimes even in the prejudices by my know-it-all friends.
those my withdrawals from the warmth n' the hugs....
wasn't a corollary of my rejection theory.
but only doldrums of fearfulhood...
for Sycorax n' Satan always sung unrhymed dirges.
i don't have words of Pink Floyd....
even though i'm comfortably numb.
all i've got is love sick contamination...
deep within this shallow soul.
my garden don't have those red roses but...
a myriad of lemon trees.
n' no balloons can stick in 'em...
but only broken kites.
i'm not an acrobat...
who could make those pyramids in air.
but i'd want to be that moccasin...
with both the holes n' your feet on it.
those memories are films of ghosts...
that gives me company, the company i keep.
n' these words are more than words...
for they're the maria that keeps me low.
maybe i know not who you're...
n' maybe you're not what you seem.
but i never asked you to walk down that movie screen...
but only asked to let me wait.
i'm not sick of you...
even though you make me bleed sometimes.
but tormented i'm...
how you managed to turn me to a hemophiliac.
for you asked me to wait in your absence...
you justified so well.
when i never asked you for a highway to walk on...
but only looked for you in a corridor.
when i never asked for a kiss...
but wanted that coffee cup to treasure...
with your lipstick mark on it.
but lets you get rid of those ferris wheel junkies lingerin inside your head.
whirlpools signifies motions in rapid...
but you never find myriads of mermaids ever.
motion sometimes even are created by static inertia...
for how could i explain those endothermic combustions.
am confused n' even perplexed i'm...
for the ecstasy i find sometimes even in the prejudices by my know-it-all friends.
those my withdrawals from the warmth n' the hugs....
wasn't a corollary of my rejection theory.
but only doldrums of fearfulhood...
for Sycorax n' Satan always sung unrhymed dirges.
i don't have words of Pink Floyd....
even though i'm comfortably numb.
all i've got is love sick contamination...
deep within this shallow soul.
my garden don't have those red roses but...
a myriad of lemon trees.
n' no balloons can stick in 'em...
but only broken kites.
i'm not an acrobat...
who could make those pyramids in air.
but i'd want to be that moccasin...
with both the holes n' your feet on it.
those memories are films of ghosts...
that gives me company, the company i keep.
n' these words are more than words...
for they're the maria that keeps me low.
maybe i know not who you're...
n' maybe you're not what you seem.
but i never asked you to walk down that movie screen...
but only asked to let me wait.
i'm not sick of you...
even though you make me bleed sometimes.
but tormented i'm...
how you managed to turn me to a hemophiliac.
for you asked me to wait in your absence...
you justified so well.
when i never asked you for a highway to walk on...
but only looked for you in a corridor.
when i never asked for a kiss...
but wanted that coffee cup to treasure...
with your lipstick mark on it.
11 Comments:
"i dn't how,
i dn't why,
yesterday u told me about the blue blue sky...
but all that i can see,
is just another lemon tree..."
@triplesix -->>.. even i like those lines...but this postin has got nothin to do with fool's garden...i hope you don't connect 'em.
I'm turning my head up and down
I'm turning turning turning turning turning around
And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree
And i thought it was only the camel which was called a horse without a mane.
BTW,the lines-Love sick contaminations...make me feel wistful,i can almost identify with such an emotion which keeps nagging u all da time.
And the lines-"even though u make me bleed...haemophiliac' was smashing!
Here's a blowing u a kiss;-)
Ah,the freedom anonymity can give u & it can sure b an eRICHing experience.
For all those anonymous passers-bye -->> ..
identifications lead to conclusions...n' conclusions often mark endings without even carin about the completeness .... but it's only confusion that creates doubts....which conceives that asymptotic trauma...which may or may not touch the associated curve.... but that yearnin to touch the untouched still drives those passions...no matter that journey reaches the destination or not.... n' i ride along....
RICHness is in freedom...
but even bondage sometimes enRICHes me
...ONLY kisses, are yearned only by a few starvin merchants
...but few wistful strangers dwell in the vicinity of RICHness
who still dreams for your coffee cup...
wat man,i didn't know what else to write...infact the thing is i really liked what u had written,but had no comments..and when i was thikin of some..this song was runnin in my head...probably,i belong to the fool's garden...lol
my first visit to ur blog. found ur link in dhruv's.ur lines are beautiful,this love sick feeling is overwhelming. but this is what relationships are all about.they never promise u rose garden, along with sunshine there is going to be rain sometimes.
@TripleSix -->> .. hey tell me..did i sound rude?..but i never meant to be rude...was only concerned about you...what if you lead to a wrong conclusion...n' i'd like to add...i never liked conclusions!
sometimes, it's better to look like a jack ass for then you've got nothin to lose...
sometimes, it's better to own a lemon garden...for unlike grapes..then can never be sweet!
@manjari -->>.. if only i could have made you feel the warmth as my token of greetin for you as a new arrival!...love sick feelings are overwhelmin...you can say that....but those are contaminations....that are only meant to be sanctified...along with sunshine there is going to be rain sometimes...but blisters are always a part of sunshine.
when did i say that!!wrong presumptions by u!!!
anyhow,thnx for showin ur concern...shud i say,i deserved that..
too bad u dn't like conclusions,cos not only in films,but in real life too,its the conclusion that brings forth the end...
this is the end,
beautiful frnd
this is the end,
my only frnd...the end
of our elaborate plans...the end
of everything that stands...the end
no safety or surprise,the end
i'll never look into ur eyes again...
whether u like it or not,conclusion helps...its when u come to a conclusion,the topic gets over..so when ur life comes to a conclusion,the judgement day arrives..thus,conclusion is not just important,but its an absolute truth and the fact of life...
"when the music's over,turn off the lights,turn off the lights....
turn off the lights!!!"
Awesome blog! am linking you so i can read the archives at leisure.
I could weep...sigh!
@mirage -->>.. so how was your trip??
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