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paper boats Jun 2014

Precarious

Slow as the thunder cries,
Fast as the rain sleeps,
Gone like the little birds,
Blowing in the breeze.

I don't have an excuse....I have a story.

#poetry

paper boats Jun 2014

Untitled

We were never meant to be.
The poetry I wrote,
**You didn't read.

paper boats Jun 2014

Nirvana

Where our thoughts end.
Can you imagine it?
A place beyond which there is nothing.
Can you fathom,
Can you fathom, what you can't think.
Will you try?
That notion, that idea,
Of an end.
A false wonderland,
We can not see.
Where infinity ends.
Where I fall of the edge.
Where no one can catch us.
*..........none of us..............

A poem based on a quasi psychological and philosophical theorem I thought up while talking to a friend.

Our thoughts must end somewhere......for we can not think out of the box, since in the end, we can not think what we can not think....if we are thinking it....it isnt outside the box....if we want to think outside the box....we cant......only when you cease to think...does the box dissolve.....granting us....*nirvana*

paper boats Jun 2014

Cothurnus

Soporific nightmare,
While I wander,
Beckons for me to follow.
Inviting cliff,
Of shattered scribe,
Dismisses my plain apparel.
Where is the escape,
If now is neither here nor there.
If then is just a dream,
Faltering in the dark.
My Nyctophobia,
Claims to be an excuse.
Residing in a subsiding sky,
In a silent ocean,
In the wings of the chrysalis,
Of my fallen butterfly.

co·thur·nus
kōˈTHərnəs/
noun
an elevated style of acting in classical tragic drama.

paper boats Jun 2014

When You Reach Me

Fill my silence,
With eloquent speech.
Telling tales of slain dragons,
And beautiful daydreams.
Travel through my mind,
Catch my fleeting thoughts,
As they fall on your tongue,
As they keep straying afar.
Look at my art,
I didn't paint.
Listen to my music,
I didn't make.
Finally,
Promise me,
Lie to me, please.
Say I'm not alone.
Say you'll remember me.......

Favourite book: When you reach me - Rebecca Stead

paper boats Jun 2014

A Euphemism

I have no more poems left in me,
The moonless sky has taken them all away,
And because stars are beautiful I let them be,
Hoping they would light up your way.

My indifference is a substitute for my love....

paper boats May 2014

Dalliance

How long has it been
Since the rain came?
Quiet and free
Singing songs of the wind,
Blowing through my hair,
Slurring the words,
Which wash over me,
As I lay in its embrace,
*Content

The rain washes away the tears, leaving its own in their place....

#sadness #time #rain #beauty #songs #satisfaction