tired. sigh.

kandarpada

morning walk to kandarpada with sona.
water tank, old veined rock with the fossil remains of some plant form and a temple perched on top.
lovely morning.
fun!

dear eye,

i wish i was ill.
it would be better than feeling ill, sick and uncomfortable on the inside.
some days i wish i could tell you what really goes on inside my head.
also,
keep this for future records, show it to me the next time i complaint:

note to self:
do not look forward to anything in your life.

and do not dare call this angst, etc. based on your stupid assumptions.

thanks.

Apurva P.

one look and i find hope.
one look and i find all the joy in the world.
one look and i find inspiration.
one look and i find courage.
one look and i find comfort.
one look and i find the world.
one look and receive love.

one look and my heart sinks.

one look shatters the insides.
one look and tears flow.
one look and my mouth is sealed.
one look and i could die.

angel mine.

Furniture.

Inanimate objects, emotionless.

The occupy space

provide for occupation of space.

Upholstered, re-upholstered, polished, repaired, and made to look pretty.

Provides and accommodates.

Comforting.

Expected to be ambitionless.

Used and abused, dusted and preserved, largely speechless.

Shrieks when damaged, only to be repaired.

Upholstered, re-upholstered, polished, repaired, and made to look pretty.

I feel like furniture these days.

frightening!
there is a feeling in the hollows of my chest.
in the pit of my stomach.
comes and goes.
i wake up with it, in the morning, in the middle of the night.
i can hear my heart pounding, echoes.
i trust this feeling. instinct, maybe.
it sets in over a long time, discomfort.
stays till i discover why it has been there.
then, disappears.
i worry about things, about friends these days.
the feeling comes from tither, that part of the brain.
or, so i think.

nursery rhyme

Little Bo Peep,
she killed all her sheep,
ran over them in a jeep,

she picked the dead few,
and cooked them with stew,
and served it all up to you.

(last line added by deeksha)

morning auto

Sona and Ari.
Big Love!

angel mine

for sona,