Whispers of departure in silence. A poetic escape of vapour, leaving only a question mark behind. The delicate balance between sensitivity and realism.
When I leave,
I tip-toe out quietly
So that you won’t miss me
till I’m too far away
for you to remember what you’re looking for
And also so you’ll never realise
that I started walking
long before you stopped talking.
Call me ruthless
Call me sensitive
Call me an escapist…or a realist.
The only thing I leave behind is a question mark.
Did you ever hear the call of memory? That screeching wail of nostalgia, like tires on tar and you couldn’t help looking back, wondering if anybody died
and realising it wasn’t you?
FLAMINGOS is the story of two realities (flight & bondage) juxtaposed in a corner of Mumbai’s forgotten history.
Some people make you come to lifeIt’s like they make you feel so much moreAnd they do it by hurting you ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ Masochism isn’t that abnormal after allEveryone picks their scabs and healing bruises when they are kidsSome people just carry that behaviour into their emotions as well ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ And…
A 55 word story about the breakup.
I see the footprints of hundreds of busy feet that walked before me.I see history being created….little histories, not major sagas.
As I read a story about fairytale characters in New York, my childhood comes back to me. I remember why my fanciful notions were set that way. I’m angry.
Yes, call me an escapist, but years later when the memories get a little blurrier, here’s what happens:
Have a read: http://devesh.net/blog/2008/06/06/an-arbitrary-incision/
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Yes, I too !!
Reread it again to understand meanings !
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Nice 🙂
I’ve also had to reread it. Very deep with many hidden meanings. Great work Smithy!
I’ve read this 4 times since the last 10 mins when i saw it.That’s all i’d say.That’s all i need to say.
And even though the question may not know its answer, the answer would always know its question….maybe it’s just a matter of time.Afterall, there has to be something after the question mark, before the full stop comes along.
:~Sen~
I am glad that you are writing poems again. ^_^
Loved this, especially the ending (with the bang).
Beautiful!