Monday, November 5, 2012


Is the blinking of your eye a greater task,
Is it because the world is too much to take in,
Is breathing ,is  walking, is the beating of a heart - 
the clockwork you forget about,
an unfailing companion from the start,
is the beating of your heart close enough
to ripple your jaw today?
They say the world will not end
with this and that,
not with failing the gargantuan examination,
not with the itch of predestined disease,
not when someone shakes you out of your delusion.
Heck, the world will not end
Even if you do.
But yours will.

What we grow from day to day
is not a new heart or younger eyelids,
We grow memories in the magnitude
that only memories can grow in.
And they become a mirror of
what we want
and what we want no more of

And only memories are visitors
when there will be no visitors tomorrow.
And when tomorrow will be the same as

And beauty is and youth is
a scandal of 

And if the look in someone's eyes
is bribe enough,
what you want is yet not
a memory.
Beauty will follow purpose,
and the time is


  1. I love this one. Maybe I even understand what made you write it, mostly I'm not sure. But you know you're amazing with words, and when you forget I'll remind you.

    Starships were meant to fly! :P

    1. = ) Thanks so much Kan. I'm not sure what made me write it either.
      Love you tons...