tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033812504307494462024-02-20T15:35:09.212+05:30the yellow pagerant rave ramblings
<br>in verse, reverse, conversetangledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14103805519296395053noreply@blogger.comBlogger109125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003381250430749446.post-19996189872203245672008-05-22T06:54:00.000+05:302008-10-10T23:49:01.446+05:30blame canadaWhat makes you so special, really? what<br />is it about you that has me moping<br />even after one hundred and fifty nine days?<br />oh yes, i counted; did you think i would not?<br />Everyone knows I remember more than I should<br />of the things they say when they're not<br />sure they mean any of it<br /><br />The problem with being me<br />is that I always find<br />a way to find<br />meaning in everythingtangledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14103805519296395053noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003381250430749446.post-83586571338775775242008-02-04T10:01:00.000+05:302008-10-10T23:49:01.446+05:30pilgrimagedarling, there is nothing I can tell you.<br />of all the knowledge mankind cloaks itself with<br />there is none so frightening as this -<br />that you are the future of the world.<br /><br />i will walk down forbidden paths<br />as youth, as woman, as promise<br />i will find the ways in which i am fooled<br />fooled once, fooled twice; and shame on us all<br />i will find faith where people have stopped looking<br />and purpose where they say there is none<br /><br />down a road alone<br />who will come with me?tangledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14103805519296395053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003381250430749446.post-73230807282715349852008-01-21T10:44:00.000+05:302008-10-10T23:49:01.446+05:30remove from lista favour i'll ask<br />of you if you<br />won't return my letters<br />unwind that skein<br />of please-forgive-mes and send<br />the thread back to me<br />so I can undo<br />all the pity I brought<br />into this friendshiptangledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14103805519296395053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003381250430749446.post-14134216097711734312007-10-24T07:25:00.000+05:302008-10-10T23:49:01.447+05:30at that point when i'm mutilating daisiesI miss you when you're gone<br />I miss you all the time<br />I wish you were here, though i cannot imagine<br />past the fulfilment of that one wish<br />I drop references of you into disconnected conversations<br />the way one drops names of famous people one knows,<br />nonchalantly on purpose, like secrets that beg to be told<br />I think of you every second second<br />in spurts and shocks and spite<br />(in <span style="font-style: italic;">spite</span>)<br />of all better judgement<br />I hold long discussions with you in my head<br />where I say all the things I wish I could think of<br />when you were around, when people heard me<br />I wait with busy signals and pointed status messages<br />all for you, only for you<br />and I forgive you when you never notice<br />I write you letters pages long in my imagination<br />and then tear them up because<br />they all end up making uncomfortable admissions<br />that I am not sure i believe...or want to<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">I've</span> been here before<br />will I survive another one?</div>tangledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14103805519296395053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003381250430749446.post-7820763427312252112007-10-01T08:09:00.000+05:302008-10-10T23:49:01.447+05:30retreating into old habitatsI can no longer find the words<br />with which to cover my confusion<br />I do not know if I can stand<br />how will I bear to stand uncovered<br />unclothed here without the benefit<br />of my inconsequential chatter<br /><br />I worry that not speaking my mind will mean<br />that it is more misunderstood than ever<br />But in these silences I find calm<br />Is that not something to be happy for?tangledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14103805519296395053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003381250430749446.post-78689126364462918042007-06-29T14:56:00.000+05:302008-10-10T23:49:01.448+05:30for lack of better subject linesyou hurt me, you do<br />even if you don't mean to<br />or want to<br />and i wonder at how many tears i will cry<br />before the coincidences overwhelm<br /><br />for i'm tired of being cautious<br />and i don't know how<br />to read what you give me<br />you expect so much<br />more than i can give you<br />perhaps it's time to<br />just let it gotangledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14103805519296395053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003381250430749446.post-53029973980079512852007-06-15T21:33:00.000+05:302008-10-10T23:49:01.448+05:30limboIf there were some way<br />I could unburden<br /><br />If there were a way I could<br />lessen the load<br />the guilt, the shame<br />promises unfulfilled<br />potential unrealized<br />if I could<br />I wonder<br />if I would<br /><br />Because if I told someone<br />someone would know<br />what would i do for secrets, then?tangledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14103805519296395053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003381250430749446.post-21417502986788612262007-05-26T22:58:00.000+05:302008-10-10T23:49:01.449+05:30does it have bunniessickle cycle<br />how we turn<br />to stay in<br />the here and nowtangledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14103805519296395053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003381250430749446.post-79402342223216729492007-05-24T02:48:00.000+05:302008-10-10T23:49:01.449+05:30and other Pink Floyd moments<div class="msg 1st">I can't wrap my heart around you</div> <div class="msg Nth">I can't</div> <div class="msg Nth">You're not <i>here</i></div> <div class="msg Nth">Where I am<br /><br /></div>tangledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14103805519296395053noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003381250430749446.post-29074516837624324472007-05-21T16:02:00.000+05:302008-10-10T23:49:01.449+05:30'pologiesSure, I knew from the beginning<br />This equivalent to summer fling<br />would last as long as we would let it<br />Or I, in case you didn't get it<br />I wondered just a little though<br />If I shouldn't have felt more low<br />Apparently, though, there is no guilt<br />At the charming picture I have built<br />Perhaps because I had the sense<br />To make no wishes in future tense,<br />make no promises in my sleep...<br />Only promises that I could keep<br /><br />:)tangledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14103805519296395053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003381250430749446.post-34242355319332911952007-05-03T13:03:00.000+05:302008-10-10T23:49:01.450+05:30regretfullyMister, I can't<br />talk to you any more<br />I am afraid of losing myself<br />of pretending to be somebody<br />because i think you'll like her<br />better<br /><br />See, I did it before<br />I won't do it again<br />so goodbye<br /><br />I have had a nice time, though<br />And mostly I was me<br />Mostly, unexpectedly<br />Much thanks for that, sirtangledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14103805519296395053noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003381250430749446.post-67401994054167287092007-04-29T21:25:00.000+05:302008-10-10T23:49:01.450+05:30sunday sleepingI dreamed of you but<br />not involuntarily<br />not unconsciously, not subconsciously<br />the un-prefixed way; on purpose<br />scenarios putty in my mind<br />Like daydreams, only not<br />because i sleep for these<br />Sleep multiple night-times<br />in the middle of the afternoon<br />sleep pudgy lethargy<br />until I come out on the other side<br />and then turn over<br />and do it again<br /><br />I didn't expect to miss you<br />and then did it anyway<br />When are you coming home?tangledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14103805519296395053noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003381250430749446.post-4009549080192521512007-04-21T00:33:00.000+05:302008-10-10T23:49:01.451+05:30because it isn't exactly bluego away, marcie<br />i'm very good at references<br />see the pie<br />he loves me because<br />of the terrible fishtangledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14103805519296395053noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003381250430749446.post-63876711664132937302007-04-16T04:41:00.000+05:302008-10-10T23:49:01.451+05:30ellipsesperhaps the deepest secret regret is<br />that i will never find that perfect series<br />of random events that are so easy<br />to imagine in my wildest dreams<br />perhaps romance is<br />not something that will find me<br />tiptoeing unhindered up behind me<br />to give me memories<br />i already remember<br />from tomorrow<br />perhaps there are no love stories<br />for someone like metangledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14103805519296395053noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003381250430749446.post-40633212668800162052007-04-08T07:03:00.000+05:302008-10-10T23:49:01.451+05:30wrappedcrushing<br />first boy i told<br />so bold<br />mother, she would scold<br />well hey<br />were i to say<br />oh, stay<br />would you say okay<br />chat a while<br />and smile<br />or is it all futile<br /><br />like whistlestangledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14103805519296395053noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003381250430749446.post-64830011917330448642007-03-31T05:34:00.000+05:302008-10-10T23:49:01.452+05:30assonancelittle white cat<br />it made overtures<br />crouched under cabinet<br />my mews alternating<br />her eyes gleaming<br />and with lights out<br />a streak<br />of flying fur<br /><br />tomorrow, perhaps purrstangledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14103805519296395053noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003381250430749446.post-74987590943905204652007-03-26T22:37:00.000+05:302008-10-10T23:49:01.453+05:30anthemThis is my body<br />You will not touch it<br />Not without explicit<br />permission from metangledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14103805519296395053noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003381250430749446.post-32517323464435060942007-03-26T09:02:00.000+05:302008-10-10T23:49:01.454+05:30cattle prodand when you go to sleep at night<br />do you replay all the things we said?<br />when walking, wandering, do you hear<br />created conversations in your head?<br /><br />and when i send you letters without<br />subject, purpose, stucture; do<br />you think that they require replies,<br />or are they simply passing through?<br /><br />write me, go ahead<br />yes, i know that i'd said<br />i wrote not for replies<br />well, then write me some lies<br />what are you afraid of letting slip, anyway?tangledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14103805519296395053noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003381250430749446.post-56923519793703203882007-03-23T09:27:00.000+05:302008-10-10T23:49:01.454+05:30not what they were looking forwhat if i just go, what if i just take<br />the next bus that comes, to away and back<br />let go of everything, everyone<br />break the ties that bind<br /><br />and i want shoulders to cry on<br />but i cannot trust the ones around<br />i know, like quicksand they'll slip<br />slide under weary eyes<br />and the tears will only puddle <br />around my feet again<br /><br />perhaps i should be watching better<br />almost fell out that hole in my head<br />i'm so much older than i can take<br />and the repetitions drain out more<br />than i can sparetangledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14103805519296395053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003381250430749446.post-72552994269842363502007-03-17T14:55:00.000+05:302008-10-10T23:49:01.455+05:30showing petticoatswent out walking<br />in love with you<br />and everyone knew<br /><br />perhaps it was<br />the smiling<br />the humming<br />the pirouette every third step<br /><br />but no<br />perhaps it was<br />that i yelled it<br />out loud<br />let the secret out<br />with the cat<br /><br />oh, but it couldn't have been<br />really<br />i know better<br />that would have been as bad as<br />sunday<br />longer than<br />mondaytangledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14103805519296395053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003381250430749446.post-49315114693795624492007-03-17T10:42:00.000+05:302008-10-10T23:49:01.456+05:30all backwardsi want to be owned,<br />property<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">someone's</span> chattel, taken<br />for granted just as<br />i am now, only rightfully<br />because it will be<br />voluntary, don't you see?<br /><br />because i do not care<br />for convention<br />suffrage, liberation<br />my women's rights<br />i only want<br />someone who'll know me<br />come and own me<br />say <em>be mine</em><br />and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">i'll</span> say <em>yes</em>, because<br />what else do i want from life<br />really?<br /><br />just a favour, person<br />would you, say<br />please yell me a sigh?tangledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14103805519296395053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003381250430749446.post-20193475504572316662007-03-10T14:53:00.000+05:302008-10-10T23:49:01.456+05:30repeatingcome and go<br />little new people popping<br />in and out of<br />heart and head<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">('the sound is plonk', </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">he said)</span><br />and oh, but I tried<span style="font-style: italic;"><br />so hard</span> and<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(can someone see me cry?)</span><br />still they do<br />what they do<br />and that old refrain<br />if they would but<br />refrain<br />from leaving always<br />every time<br />it would be rather<br />nice,<br />i'm thinking.tangledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14103805519296395053noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003381250430749446.post-87825086465028781702007-02-25T12:30:00.000+05:302008-10-10T23:49:01.457+05:30thought yesterdaythere<br />was somebody<br />asked to kiss me<br />wish<br />i'd said yes<br />when i had the chancetangledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14103805519296395053noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003381250430749446.post-40038846587949703962007-02-23T21:41:00.000+05:302008-10-10T23:49:01.457+05:30begging your pardonif ever<br />you find me<br />would you please<br />let me know<br />i haven't<br />i haven't seen<br />i haven't been<br />myself<br />very well<br />latelytangledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14103805519296395053noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003381250430749446.post-35662279924404593592007-02-03T22:55:00.000+05:302008-10-10T23:49:01.458+05:30unnecessarywhy do you persist in pushing me away<br />with deliberate cruelty, rudeness unwarranted?<br />what do you hope to achieve anyway<br />will uncalled-for unkindness get you what you wanted?tangledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14103805519296395053noreply@blogger.com1