please come

round room nestled amidst pine trees. window panes with rustling sheers. the sun may rise may set.you can sit across. we can talk. i can weep you can smile. you can light the fire. i shall offer no decree. i can acuse you can close your eyes. i live you can haunt. letters lay scattered that i never sent and you never read. tea that brewed and got cold. dylan can join. roark's invited too.call robert. its the macabre. it is barret's blabber blob. please come..........

the romantic dead

in the eerie silence of the night , with no soul a plaintive cry away, i wake up at around 2am. the occasional hound-barks by no means lull me to sleep. i think of the space empty next to mine. Monk is travelling. i dont miss the sudden rude kick in my shin. i do miss the soft rythmic breathing. it is assuring. i think of far away. i think of Diamonds and Rust. Baez and Dylon. i think of the cosmic coupling i must have read in some new age "fix your sex and marriage " stuff.... when i think of Diamonds and Rust i can feel the words of Robert Kincaid to Francesca. a sentimental tear takes shape and disappears in the white linen. i feel foolish. i realize i am the romantic dead!!!

dance versus dancer

500 calories. 43 minutes. 6.3 km/hr. i am happy at what the treadmill display console reads. uriah heep in my ipod muses about the dancer and the dance the dancer dances. and we need to choose. but may be they already know the answer. sometimes its not the person...for all his or her exsitence, that person has both white and black hues. and like memorable pictures some moments are so intense and the color of your person at that moment is so all pervasive that the color becomes the code. so the world can judge and it does. but what remains eternal is the creation of that person. you can hate it or love it but not deny it. and if that work has dedication and it has the earnest you imbue a magic. it is called "eternity". so at the end it is the dance of natraja that is famous and not so much natraja...there uraih heep... you boys knew it, dint you now???

The dovetail

waiting needs patience. patience is the mother of all virtues or so it goes... Quantum is not patient. every thing is smoothe on the surface but underneath runs these currents that tussle each other for no apparent reason. there is a need for some movement yet an inertia. this is called denial and it can be so deluging. there lies beneath the quest for unchartered yet there remains the dulcet feeling of familiarity. there is so much passion yet so much dead. dreams that are unholy yet resolute, need to vanquish the id yet resurrect the self..... it is denial???