used spoon
empty champagne glass
fag ends of burnt cigarettes
lip balm from L'Oreal.
I am fired from life
cursed to live in opulence.
Breaking necks of violent silences
breaking all - in one go.
A snap heals all
a year long emotional drama
bottled up hurt, anger also(perhaps)
Sometimes all - in one go.
I am tired
a little bored
more determined
To just begin
afresh rather - sans complications.
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ReplyDeleteSometimes, writing satisfies your inner thirst. This is what this piece does. There are certain feelings, emotions, un-named ... you can feel it inside, eating you away. But you dont know what it is. Sometimes you just want to break through. :)
ReplyDeleteOr sometimes one just deceives by feeling those, sometimes these emotions themselves are pretensions...
ReplyDeleteThey Surely can, only way to find out If those emotions we felt were actually pretensions and that we tried to deceive ourselves by feeling them... Is time. Its later on , we realize it.
ReplyDeleteMaybe i've felt a tiny part of it before :)