Sieve
How difficult it is to love you
And how easy it is to hurt you
When my heart,
All it is, is a sieve
Shot with tiny holes,
Nothing ever stays
Will you?
How difficult it is to love you
And how easy it is to hurt you
When my heart,
All it is, is a sieve
Shot with tiny holes,
Nothing ever stays
Will you?
I finished work a little earlier than usual. On an impulse I went window-shopping instead of heading home. I bought some music and browsed other stuff I’d never spend money on. I played ‘Boulevard of Broken dreams’ 3 times continuously at the listening booth. I chatted idly with the store…
These hints of yearning, of kinship, of trust and kindness, why do they hurt so much more than the words?
I thought inspiration could only come from the young. But rejuvenation comes from those who have weathered it already. I had a little reminder.
While my pessimism as regards men, may know no bounds, she reminds me that some markets are always booming! Viva manhood and the spirit of madness, then! (Click on pic to see full comic on a new page)
I think we yearn for our blank slate states, for our most pristine, untouched selves. It’s why we romanticise childhood even though it’s most likely had its share of hardships & knocks. Tattoos are a curious borderline point between our most fearful, vulnerable selves that want to look back &…
When science & facts fail to prove causality, one must turn to belief for survival. Maybe there is no such thing as causality but it helps me cope.
@rakhi: Thank you, girl..
This one is just beautiful.