passing thought...

I would rather die of some kind of Blue...

Norah Jones

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little souls of mine...

I believe every word has a soul.Every word i speak this summer afternoon will be there, long after i am dead and gone. Conceived in my mind as thoughts, they begin their long journey from my lips to a world where they are sadly unwanted. A world that is as hostile as it is ignorant. They travel through the air-as vibrations fainter than the faintest whisper-in their tireless 'tryst with destiny'.

Even when you thought everything is forgotten and buried, they are moving through space and time, through darkness and silence. When you say you d'ont know a thing, they pass you a knowing smile...you always know they do...their little souls are all the luggage they carry, all that they care for, fight for, fly for.

And every little soul is a part of the one fat soul i am. But as i speak, i get thinner...and i am dead when i have nothing more to say...but i live still; in the little souls that have sailed far far away.

Beyond the clutches of money, of sex, of sin. They know they have to run. For me. From you. If you could, you will probably bury them alive...for every smile they throw at you, takes you closer to me. Even when i am not there. They will live. I know.Only, you know better.

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u are ruthless my friend... ...almost as ruthless as life itself

A New Lesson...

i learnt a new lesson yesterday.
but i wonder if i can afford the tution charges.
i am poor.
i will try to manage.
don't see how.
the police will put me to the gallows if i fail to pay.
i am afraid of the police.
i heard the tollygunge police OC is a pretty hard man.
i will try to escape.
no one will then ever find me.
of course i will miss my tutor.
i loved her.