I`m on my knees, begging.. Ashes of burnt dreams amidst smudged footsteps in the mud. Clouded thoughts and bruised egos. Shattered pieces of self lying lifelessly amidst broken dreams and battered souls. An angry word. A helpless tear. A tremble,a fear. A scarred mind. An unforgivable mistake. The teapot whistles but i`m not listening. The water boils over and over again, leaving behind unhealing burns..The mind wanders. It knows not what it thinks.
How difficult is it to harness the mind and the thoughts into a coherent,sensitive whole, before the mouth speaks and the words flow out,to be immortalized forever?
The mouth, an arrhythmia of the mind. Incongruous with thoughts and reasons.What to do and what not to? What to say and what not to?
Sunday, March 16, 2008
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