Why should I run away
From things that can
Never outrun me anyway?
It will neither make
It a race, nor will it
Make me a runner.
I would rather stay stuck
In a pavilion
With my non-athletic heart
Which can put to shame
A marathon drummer!
©Aaysid
“I feel sorry for anyone who is in a place where he feels strange and stupid.”
Lois Lowry, The Giver
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I feel as if the universe
Is trying to reassemble me;
Every morning it takes
The weariness out of my bones
And puts it into words
I dare not say aloud,
My appetite for things
I am not supposed to eat
Is being satiated by
Everything that ends up
Consuming me instead,
My life is ever so slightly
Being infused with a hint
Of healthy indifference,
And I believe that
It is more than what I
Could have asked for.
It is not easy to
Put your broken self together
If the universe decides
Not to be on your side!
©Aaysid
“Get busy living or get busy dying.”
Stephen King
There are a few of us
Who may never
Go too far
Just because
We refuse to keep
Fireflies in a jar,
We forget to
Blow out candles
And cannot
Wish upon a star;
We keep the
Curtains drawn
And never leave
The doors ajar,
And even when
The stakes are high
We do not raise
The bar and choose
To stay subpar-
Not a small price
To pay to stay
Who we truly are!”
©Aaysid
I.
I prove myself wrong
By being wrong about
How wrong everything
Actually is;
What is wrong with me?
II.
I walk away from myself
And walk right into
What I had walked
Out of;
I need to walk it off.
III.
I see you crying
Over someone crying
Over someone other
Than you;
I cry at the absurdity of it!
©Aaysid
“People who didn’t need people needed people around to know that they were the kind of people who didn’t need people.”
Terry Pratchett
Time stands perfectly still
And it looks the way
Fine dust looks sometimes;
Dispersed in the rays
Of sunlight sneaking
Into a dimly lit room
Through a slit between
Two long, dark curtains;
You are the only one
In motion, unbothered by
The theatricality of everything
That stands transfixed
Around you, as if
You already know how to
Turn these quiet,
Suspended moments into
Life-size stretches of time!
©Aaysid
“Time is the longest distance between two places.”
Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie
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I.
For someone else’s yellows,
I barter my usual blues,
My head has no trouble falling
For this subtle subterfuge.
II.
I sleep my way out
Of my problems,
But my poor problems
Never get to sleep.
III.
If what you chase
Starts to run
Towards you
For a change,
Would you then
Run into it,
Or would it
Run over you?
IV.
Do you know
What rhymes
With orange?
Orange!
You can rhyme
Yourself
With yourself,
And still be called
A poem, albeit,
A whimsical one!
©Aaysid
“There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact.”
Arthur Conan Doyle
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sometimes there is nothing
that I like to do more
than to sit cross-legged
on the cold floor
in an attempt to be free,
in an effort to ignore
everything that is always
on the other side of the door,
everything that I shouldn’t
let besmirch me anymore,
so that when I stand back up,
I can feel taller than before.
©Aaysid
I am on Instagram now as _aaysid. Looking forward to read more from fellow bloggers (who seem more like pen friends to me now) on that platform as well.😊
I am afraid that I
might be forgetting
what you had looked liked;
the colour of your hair,
the bounce in your step,
a hint of quietude
in your voice,
are just a few features
that I have to try
very hard to recall,
and last night,
I slept with a fear
that I would not recognize
the version of you
that appears in some
of my lucid dreams,
and a few memories
that I have of you
are losing substance
as quickly as any
of my unprocessed thoughts;
in spite of all that,
I have no trouble
recollecting how generous
was your gentle heart
and how wise were
all of your words,
so I keep conjuring
you up from
all that you were,
and all that I
can no longer recall,
and you always
seem strangely familiar!
©Aaysid
we are the pink
in the black of the night,
a faint whisper
in the ear-splitting noise,
a whole paragraph
squeezed in a single line,
the evening primroses
in the sunflower fields,
a paper napkin
not folded, left misaligned;
are we the folks
ahead of our time?
©Aaysid
“Where’s your will to be weird?”
Jim Morrison
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Deep down, you wish
To become a person
Who no longer
Stifles screams and lets them
Rush out of a thin
Slit between thick vocal cords
That have grown used to
A life of staying shut;
You wish to rebel
Only to see where
It takes you to
And what it does
To those who have been
Watching you struggle
Foolishly all this time;
You wait for a rebirth,
Because a lifetime
Is not enough to try things
That could tear
The very fabric you have
Been weaved into,
So all you can do
Is steadily slip out,
One little thread at a time;
It might create a ripple
Large enough to topple
At least a few things over.
©Aaysid
“If ever it’s necessary to ride the bandwagon, it’s done with one leg swinging out and eyes scoping the fields.”
Criss Jami, Killosophy
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My desires
Destroy me;
I retreat into
My withered palace
Of things
I am convinced
Ought to be kept
Underground.
©Aaysid
I listen less
to colourlessness,
so that I can see
the world in melody,
and smell the perfect
balance of the universe,
which surprisingly
tastes like bliss!
©Aaysid
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You are at a point in time
Where a small change
In the way the day unfolds
Is enough to unravel you;
When the mere sight
Of glistening post-rain roads
Cracks you open,
And you come apart
As soon as you catch
A whiff of damp seclusion,
Way before your brain
Can process the earthy
Fragrance of it to solidify
The old memory traces,
And when the fragmented
Clouds above your head
Refuse to let the sun
Burn its brilliance upon
Your clouded retinas,
Your repose falls to pieces—
You are your own weather.
©Aaysid
It rained here today, and I had listened to a breathtaking short story by James Joyce (hence, the quote) during my lunch break. The latter event was the highlight of the day.
“He lived a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful sideglances.”
A Painful Case, James Joyce
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You cannot go back
To where you
Have come from,
For it might take
Way too long,
And might even
Prove you wrong;
In a party for one
You should not bring
Your thoughts along,
Even with a mind
That has withdrawn
Into itself, you
Can still claim
Your right to belong-
What you cannot
Say out loud,
You should not
Put in your song!
©Aaysid
“I’ll take crazy over stupid any day.”
Joss Whedon
some knocks at the door
go unanswered
for some doors
do not have peepholes;
some knocks at the door
get answered,
but some doors
do not have doorknobs.
©Aaysid
“A knock on the door you hear, a knock on your head you don’t.”
Dixie Waters
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Outrageously Erratic 