Waiting for the Fall
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It starts low, somewhere down below
Creeps up. Surprise! Takes time but you’re fine
Tests your patience, spreads all over
This smile on your lips must be a woman
And you think to yourself. Tulips for two lips?
So I gave it all up; twice for two eyes!
Heaven smirks as my soul slips out in sighs
Ankles, wrists and her never ending tricks
Strange how the silliness seems to slip through
I will spend six years just looking at you
This smile on my lips will come true
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Madness is sadness in a loftier guise
Goodness is badness in a shabby disguise.
Honesty and truth are all a pack of lies.
If at first you don't succeed...how many tries?
If at last you don't succeed...nobody cries.
Heaven smirks as my soul slips out in sighs.
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A Clown
There’s a hidden beat between the notes.
There’s an ‘other side’ just beneath the tide.
There’s a song still afresh inside my mind..
But gradually the bass falls and gently the song halts
Heads sway, sober, drunk, just like mad monks.
An eye closed they reach out and seek out
And touch the sun. This life is but a test run.
The Centre bursts out and you are everywhere
Muffled notes recede and leave us right here
Ears still bleeding, fresh voices still in motion
Our names were erased. Sand swept by an ocean.
Uncut and twisted, the shattered diamond lost
String after string, thought after thought.
Alternating beats waiting forever and I am just...
posted by Duck @ 7:49 AM
10 Comments
10 Comments:
aaah.... nourishing my fishing buddy nourishing. My george lynch plans are taking shape but in radically strange directions. since im a prisoner in the bedouins cell i shall inform thee of them as soon as I stage a return
the reluctant vacationer
oye. i got the RAVI.
i won risalpur.
no humorous speaker has ever achieved what i have. i'm sorry but i have to show off. the trophy is just too beautiful.
can't wait for you to get back.
much to tell. much to ask.
till then in glory...i shall bask
hahahahaha
Come let’s try, to describe
Come let’s try, do come.
A feeling really hard to explain:
The human orgasm
=)
cant wait to get back now
articles shall be donated of curse ( deliberate typo )
over bashir
the fish
not the man
ures
drooly
the reluctant me
when are you coming?
try to come back before holidays end so we can spend some voluble time together.
friday. but the volubility will be subject to competing claims on my valuable company. sorry henry but my pheromones have an agenda of their own nowadays. shall fone as soon as i hit homesoil. how was risalpur. did it bring back fond memories of omar zahidi and the 'glory' days of blissful anonymity??
rowed a boat on a road of mote in a sea of sand with a bleeding hand, and the broken girl on a sandy swirl like a sinking ship with a failing grip, slip the grains of dust from the hands of trust, while thoughts of me like a noose hang free, from an open sky an oasis dries here before my eyes a feeling dies, and a child cries by the dunes in the empty poetry of tunes under stars and a moon were words spoken too soon, of a love just too late that turned into hate while poisonous arrows rained hell on our farms and lands and our mountains of sand and castles of dust the orbitals of lust oh our spiralling lies and your tiring eyes from those holes in our minds where i seek and i hide from your gaze and your view a feeling so true that those quiet sentinels of vast expanse in the desolate ruins of a cosmic trance on the dusty water where i struggle to stand while the empty quarter of merciless sands humbly echoe my heart with a silence that defies all sound.
hahah! the depth reluctant haha!
challo at least you didn't say that i was too negative for your sensitive sensibilities...haha! enjoy the lusty times...then fix a date with me asap.
omer zahidi and the blissful anonymity. in all honesty i am more anonymous now than i was then!
i'm the silent bastard whom nobody notices until after i've won the tournament...then suddenly i'm Umer Bhai. but by then i've lost all faith in humanity and its criteria of judgement. so i refuse all attempts at civility; constantly parrying polite praise with hands raised.
i rowed a boat on a road of motes too you know...it was like waves upon waves of jeweled bugs that turned into a creature called lob. hahaha.
aah lob... hehe lob mynch the mob lynch old georges bedfellows... much fun awaits i fear =)
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