I know that I
Was not supposed
To wake you up,
But it has been days
Since you last took in
The afternoon sun,
And I have heard
It can make a difference-
Sometimes the things
Which happen between
The first signs of light
And absolute darkness
Are worth waking up for
From a deliberate,
Drawn out slumber!
©Aaysid
“There are always loose ends in real life.”
Robert Galbraith, The Silkworm
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the clouds burst
at forlorn places
already soaking wet
because of many
a rivers cried before
the ruthless storms
had even arrived;
how can the eyes turned
skyward remain dry
when the cold,
pelting rain reminds
them of subdued feelings
which can be
buried again only if
cried out along
with the crying sky?
©Aaysid
“I woke to the sound of rain.”
Sylvia Plath
It is funny
How little sense
It all makes
When you are bored
Out of your mind,
And you find
Yourself leaving your
Mortal thoughts behind
To embrace the beauty
Of ill-defined,
But it is nothing
Unusual for it happens
All the time…
It seems that we
Hold meetings
Only to waste
Each other’s time.
©Aaysid
“I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.”
Jerome K. Jerome
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I am afraid that some day
I’d run out of things
to say out loud,
but every time
I begin to speak
I feel like as if
all the words
have been said before,
but I utter them anyway,
and feel bad
afterwards for speaking
against my better judgement;
maybe running out of
words to say out loud
wouldn’t be that
bad after all!
©Aaysid
“No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.”
Haruki Murakami
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there is no respite even when
the voices begin to fade,
for unsettling whispers
then replace the brutally
honest conversations,
and the incessant noise
in the head woefully remains,
oh, what a shame!
©Aaysid
“Don’t gobblefunk around with words.”
Roald Dahl, The BFG
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We blink
The maroon
Hours away,
Wallowing in
Shared disbelief,
Slowly running
Out of
Storage space
By adding
Untruths to
Old memories
Which were
Made when
Things were
Not this blue.
©Aaysid
“Insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage.”
Ray Bradbury
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there is nothing worse than
a crisp realisation,
that too, a little too late,
which makes it
a little too unfortunate,
that all of this time
you have been more of
a prison than a prisoner!
©Aaysid
“I am afraid. Not of life, or death, or nothingness, but of wasting it as if I had never been.”
Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon
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not all clouds
are born to rain,
but the ones that do
are quite fortunate
for they know what
they are supposed to do;
some people are
like such clouds,
they, too, are born
to rain away—
they know what
they are supposed to do.
©Aaysid
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I.
I wonder when exactly
Everything became
An act of:
Packing your bags
And leaving,
Leaving your bags
And leaving,
Leaving?
II.
A smoke machine
Suddenly malfunctions
And black glitter
Shoots out instead;
Another pretty accident
That no one cares about.
III.
I do not want to
End up like
A lone lipstick
In my purse;
Persevering
In the face
Of utter inutility!
©Aaysid
“There are times to stay put, and what you want will come to you, and there are times to go out into the world and find such a thing for yourself.”
Lemony Snicket
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Why do I find myself
Only a single tear away
From fleeing a conversation
I find myself trapped in?
Why cannot I spare for myself
The same amount of kindness
That I seem to have aplenty
For anyone who is not even
On a verge of tears?
©Aaysid
“You always say such lovely things to me, Red. Do you say them to yourself?”
Talia Hibbert
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He self-destructs sometimes
By joining a crowd
That is praying for clouds
In spite of being
A puddle already!
©Aaysid
“Some people are kept righteous by their not being courageous.”
Mokokoma Mokhonoana
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