Skip to main content

Free...

I am searching for;
her.
She wasnt
in the mirror
this morning,
not at noon.
Did i loose her?
Is that a question?
Maybe, not sure.
Am not sure, if
I lost her in the
loo, maybe while
amongst the crowd
in the
train last night.
Where, oh where
could she be?
Of this, mundane life,
of "get-up-work-eat-sit-
work-run-train-blah"
must have frightened her
too, like me.
Oh then, if your gone
dont come back, not
soon at least. fly off
some place,
alone you are;

free!
Labels:

Comments

  1. Pat Paulk26 February 2008 at 17:53

    Sometimes, it's a good thing to be lost. I like this!!

    ReplyDelete
  2. Impressionist27 February 2008 at 12:04

    its a good thing to lose urself once in a while! ;)
    hope u find her soon! :D

    -I

    ReplyDelete
  3. Jelena27 February 2008 at 20:53

    wow, i especially like this part:
    "Of this, mundane life,
    of "get-up-work-eat-sit-
    work-run-train-blah"
    must have frightened her
    too, like me."

    it makes me want to get off of my arse and start writing again.

    ReplyDelete
  4. rOhit29 February 2008 at 00:20

    Hmmm.. Interesting!

    Nice blog, you write well.

    Happy Writing :)

    ReplyDelete
  5. julia29 February 2008 at 05:28

    Did you lose Disillusioned Me?

    ReplyDelete
  6. tHe_NeW_cYnIc29 February 2008 at 10:05

    @pat
    I totally agree..! Thanks

    @impressionist
    she flew out of the window actually! lolz

    @Jelenena
    hey thanks for stopping by!

    @rohit
    Thanks

    @julia
    Umm maybe, for the worse though...found the cynic!

    ReplyDelete
  7. Anonymous29 February 2008 at 21:09

    Sometimes it does help to lose ourselves and be a bit alone in this busy world, which do helps in settling down and re-analyse everything and once again get back to rhythm....lovely lines...you have crafted it very nicely!

    ReplyDelete
  8. Standbymind2 March 2008 at 23:21

    Yeah..
    let her go..
    let her roam
    n be free!

    ReplyDelete
  9. arunabh9 March 2008 at 07:55

    Just 2 words - 'free'ly flowing :)

    ReplyDelete
  10. tHe_NeW_cYnIc9 March 2008 at 15:00

    @flyingstars
    thanks a lot!

    @standby
    where have you been ha?

    @arunabh
    thanx for stopping by!

    ReplyDelete
  11. Shimmer23 March 2008 at 17:34

    its d best thing u cud do for urself... i liked dis!! :) :)

    cheers!

    ReplyDelete
  12. Niyara - Asian Rocxs24 March 2008 at 05:30

    hehe lose her in the loo. :)

    ReplyDelete
  13. little boxes24 March 2008 at 08:21

    who doesnt wish to run away to be free from this monotonous circus everyday?
    nice poem :)

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

GO ahead, say it out loud!

Popular posts from this blog

Mind vs the heart

Follow my blog with Bloglovin

Picture courtesy: Google. Only for representation purpose.
Standing on the highway, Roads leading both ways to somewhere, I stand still and wonder, Where do I belong?
The soothing lullabies of the green mist fairies call.  With promises to wrap me in the cool calm fog, Holding me in wet, gentle caresses, lulling the storm within. 
The call of the shrill, salt-laden sea sirens,  from the sun-baked rocks, Pull me back To join them as they make me one, in the fathomless abyss of wonders unseen. 
I lament my fragile being,  Born with one heart, not two, Torn between the ebb and flow of waves, And earthy scents in muddy dew. 
Both offer me refuge,  Cloaking me whole in their embrace, Dust to dust, flesh to flesh and soul to soul. 
In this battle between the mind and the heart, The heart but loses steam,  Leaving me stranded on a path to nowhere, never to be seen. 
My mind has been wrought with depression and all things crappy. This is a result of binge-watching a…
Post a Comment
Read more

#Sorry not sorry

I feel sorry for ‘Sorry’ – such an abused term. When you come to think of it, it is just a word, right? It holds significance in some instance and at times, it is a mere excuse. But we humans absolutely love it as an excuse, don’t we? I use this term a lot; I mean a lot! I think of myself as a kind being, and hence, if I happen to push or ignore (deliberate), I say ‘sorry’. I say sorry for things that may not need a ‘sorry’. I say ‘sorry’ to people I am not really feeling sorry for (don’t read this the wrong way). In short, I say ‘sorry’ a lot like I have already admitted. It is my ticket to moving on, a ticket to redeem myself for mistakes and sometimes, tinged with slight sadness (maybe).


But is ‘Sorry’ the right word? Mean, is it even appropriate? Like they say, first you commit the murder and then say sorry. What is the point of it? I would say nothing. Sorry – the term originated from the West Germanic term Sore that evolved to Sarig, meaning pained or distressed. It is also known…
Post a Comment
Read more

I Wonder What Ants do on Rainy Days…

Source: Google Images
On days when the sun has abandoned us, hiding behind the grey, moody clouds. Do they sit inside their hills and wonder out loud? Do they stare outside at the rain, measuring the raindrops, letting thoughts splotch all over? Does the earthy petrichor take them down the memory lane? Or are they content with what nature has to offer? It is a part of their lives, isn’t it? They dredge up foods daily, diligently build their hills, even if it is to serve their queen, only to enjoy it on days like this, no? Maybe they do take stock of things, of their bearings. They ought to sleep it off, take a day to rest or do they lament on the lost time?
Unlike me.
When I gaze out, a gazillion thoughts fly by; some worthy of the pen, some so disturbing that I often question my sanity. I like the grey skies though. They seem like textured canvases waiting for me to scribble something. The lazy raindrops wetting the streets below and casting a temporary stain on window ledges bring a…
Post a Comment
Read more