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Sui Generis: Turn to Page 8 Years Back
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Pouring out noises from my head. Monday, June 22, 2009. Turn to Page 8 Years Back. The light was brighter. And the dreams had appeared more real. While I pictured in my head the happy days. The tower touching the firmament. The red rose we had found in the secret garden. The bright pole star,staring back at us. A time when I thought love was forever. While we trudged down the green dales. With dreams pouring out of eyes I moved. Or glided on a cloud,calling out to life. Think you inside my head! For more...
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Sui Generis: TERRIFIED
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Pouring out noises from my head. Monday, December 29, 2008. Oblivious of life,terror pervades each mind. As persecutors run from line to line. Guns and grenades and bombs explode. At every mundane corner of human hope. Politicians moan and roar and howl. Formulated strategies on a constructed Unity. The Nation cracks and breaks and shakes. Terrorised by the thought of death. Dark and light and quiet and loud. All expect the end,here and there,now and then. Who are you Man? You look like us!
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Sui Generis: June 2008
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Pouring out noises from my head. Thursday, June 26, 2008. I Stand By The Window. I stand by the window on an August afternoon. Watching the rain drops fall into the puddle. And a drenched vagabond runs for shelter. After a hapless search for haven. I stand by the window holding a book. Picturing some word, some thought and a face. He is an abstraction I can never penetrate. And the tapping of the keyboard, ticking of the clock. The ring of a cell phone, kling klang beep cling. Links to this post. Subscri...
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Sui Generis: Scrambled
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Pouring out noises from my head. Saturday, December 20, 2008. The door keys and some worn out coins jingle. The evening air,the echoed words of Tom. Gather over an indifferently busy space. And the ceiling,Jane brought some tea for me. The yellow meadow and the grey river. They built their house by it. And the ceiling,a paper I wrote so much in. The red dress and the lost air hang over me. The face of shaggy haired Dylan and the pipe. The tables,the chairs and the figures. Stare non chalantly at me.
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Sui Generis: April 2009
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Pouring out noises from my head. Wednesday, April 22, 2009. Has exhausted my yesterdays. Tomorrow has arrived I just realised today. As if woken from a long slumber in a moving bus. I have been thrown into this day. The world looks different. The bread, the road, the hand. I met you before the conference hall today. We smiled. We glanced. We spoke. Of lost times, of dreams, of you and me. But we could not love. Why we could not love? It's you and it's me! It's the same "us" that loved! Links to this post.
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Sui Generis: Pomo Blues
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Pouring out noises from my head. Wednesday, July 23, 2008. I have grown so tired. I have not read for a while. Travelling on the 10 o’ clock metro. I reminisce the days gone by. The pen and the paper. The record player and the book. Are the only things I can find. As I count my belongings on a cold afternoon. I can drive that fast car. I know the clutch and the brake. I can speed up and ride away. But which direction should I take? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Sui Generis: December 2008
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Pouring out noises from my head. Monday, December 29, 2008. Oblivious of life,terror pervades each mind. As persecutors run from line to line. Guns and grenades and bombs explode. At every mundane corner of human hope. Politicians moan and roar and howl. Formulated strategies on a constructed Unity. The Nation cracks and breaks and shakes. Terrorised by the thought of death. Dark and light and quiet and loud. All expect the end,here and there,now and then. Who are you Man? You look like us! Stephie had r...
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Sui Generis: The Known-Unknown
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Pouring out noises from my head. Thursday, October 8, 2009. We have gone back to the start. And I don’t know you tonight. We have gone back being strangers. Detached souls, wandering in different pursuits. On the horizon I meet him and her. Laughing and chatting I pass the days. At times stroll in sweet shade. At times burn with fiery rage. Let it rain outside. As I flip through the pages. Of days bright, and nights spent in pain. Of ecstatic hours, making love in the rain. At times we died loving.
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Sui Generis: STAIN OF MEMORY
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Pouring out noises from my head. Wednesday, April 22, 2009. Has exhausted my yesterdays. Tomorrow has arrived I just realised today. As if woken from a long slumber in a moving bus. I have been thrown into this day. The world looks different. The bread, the road, the hand. I met you before the conference hall today. We smiled. We glanced. We spoke. Of lost times, of dreams, of you and me. But we could not love. Why we could not love? It's you and it's me! It's the same "us" that loved!