We glue together
broken ugly memories
from times long gone,
and leaning on them,
we strip each other
in our fury
at our failure. We listen
to our hysteria
and we die
in a sea of vitriol

As we close the door
to our future,
we pause and we gather,
we missed,
and slowly,
a strand a day,
we sew them together
and hold them
to the end of time.


Posted on March 22, 2005, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.

  1. they are all strands. so many of them. they seperate, rejoin, join different strands. tracing intricate paths. weaving complicated patterns which look beautiful but only thru the lens of time and distance which gives it perspective


    ps – this reminded me of ‘aisi taszeero ke tukre, nehi jora karte hain. haath chhute, bhi toh rishte, nehi tora karte hain. waqt ke saakh se, lamhe, nehi bandha karte hain – jagjit singh’

  2. Simple. Meaningful.

  3. Mera Kuch Saaman

    Don’t know why but thats what I thought of when i read your words.
    Thanks for sharing!

  4. Very nicely written!

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