Sunday, February 08, 2009


Early mornings would smell of baby powder from the last night. Late evenings of you after a day's ordeal.

I've known sadness. Purple shrouds of mist on a marshy moor. Late afternoons. A child on a swing. Touching the sky. Scraping the ground. Rising dust. Settling. Rising. Holed up sighs in a damp room. Sighs re-sighed.

I know a sadness now. Like the first warm evening after winter. You notice the sweat on your forehead. There is a breeze and a clear sky. It smells of flowers, weeds you have never known names to. You lie on the grass and look at the sky. The world as you know it recedes away from you until you feel like an alien. Alone. Alone because you know there is a world at the periphery. Far away.

How often have you missed a person you are sitting next to? Or hugging? Wishing you had more? Knowing there is no more. That you have all you would ask. More than all. It is an unavoidable longing. You find yourself in its depths, wallowing in it.


Like the pleasure of held up breath. Just before you give up and breath in? The faint tingles in your brain. Like a Beautiful Black Out.


I knew a sadness once. I know a sadness now.

4 comments:

  1. "I know a sadness now. Like the first warm evening after winter. You notice the sweat on your forehead. There is a breeze and a clear sky. It smells of flowers, weeds you have never known names to. You lie on the grass and look at the sky. The world as you know it recedes away from you until you feel like an alien. Alone. Alone because you know there is a world at the periphery. Far away."

    I'm going to start quoting you now, i think. :)
    beautiful.

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  2. number 1: joke. do you want to learn writing from me? because you need improvement. :P( i hope ur wishes of finding such an offer is fulfilled now). but really this is..... really nice.
    number 2: I'm not supposed to read anything in this am I? tell me if i should start worrying.

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  3. @ Amazing Greys: Why, thank you! :)

    @ Shonai: 1: :D
    2: Na na. Not at awl! :) I'm happy as a lark on a log of wood :P

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  4. hmmm. i'll take your word for it, but i want to know when you are not okay, ever. and when you are good. and all the times in between.


    post was loveliness, as usual. but then, can i really expect anything less of you?

    and sadness is sometimes a habit. takes a long time to learn how to let it not seduce you.

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