There is a sadness in me, not of grief
A haunting emptiness, with no relief
Kerfuffled thoughts, messy baggage
Not clear, regular problems that's easier to manage .
Don't want to talk and make it a conversational piece
It won't help make peace
I could cry my worries away
but still find no reason, to wake up day after dismal day.
I don't matter to that man sitting on the chair
Or that woman, combing her long, silky hair.
If I snatched her comb away, and poured my heart out
I know she wouldn't care.
The once brightly lit spaces of my heart
have reduced to dark, sullen corners.
It's up for sale, but has no takers.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
For Sale
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Monday, January 14, 2008
Tata Nano
According to the World Health Organization,
Time to bid good-bye to that secret parking spot of yours – it will be taken. Get used to the feeling that the roads are getting narrower by the day. Start to notice that profound deterioration in air quality. Say hello to longer traffic congestions, deteriorated olfactory sensations, and the like.
At the global level, care to know what the availability of cheap cell phones resulted in? Read this. At the rate we're going, we'll get there soon, and I've a feeling that air pollution and waste management won't be our only worries.
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