I used to remember how you used to breathe
Sweet slumber creeping upon our one second long eternity
Every time you stole a breath
I ticked them off on my finger tips
I cut up pieces and stitched some new
A whole world for me
Made up of rags of you
I used to remember your washed off smells
Day old listlessness heavy on your breath
I picked off the scents
Sometimes catching my death
And then silently dead, but fervently begging
To be allowed to be rudely shaken awake
And breathe some more so I could live
And take some more so I could give
Us,
Reasons
To build, some new
A world for me
A world where I could roam bare naked free
Little remembrances dotted in your sweat
On the tip of my tongue
Tasting perfect
Smacking in delight
Shrivelling in fright
Scared at how I learnt so much
So fast
That I was petrified
That if once more I had to die
Will I keep remembering the scent of your breath?
In some circular dream
Even in my death
I used to remember how you used to breathe
There was this once when I believed
That I could blind fold my heart
And still know it’s you
Just by the silent heaving of your breath
Catch my death
When I caught your breathing
Dying was never so relieving
I used to remember
Now I am beginning to forget
Breathe once more
So I can, like before
Die once more
Then rudely woken up
And build me some new
A whole little world
Made up of rags of you
Touch you
Breathe, silently
In hope for one more trivial moment of eternity...
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Chet!!!
And that sounds like so much fun! :-)) Had a good trip, huh? :-)
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:) !
I have been away. Was in Home town for three days ! So was away from all modern communication gizmos and just good old sit across and chat.
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LOL Dorks...
No :-) I am sure you havent scared me :-) In my own way, I ave known some zombies in their right :-) So thats ok.. btw. CUMMON.. the urge... that suicidal urge should be a passing... trust me.. its not worth keeping.. however lousy... life is the thing to cling to.. dont say that I didnt share this knowledge wid ya ;-)
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HAHA... Sups....
Hope i dont scare ya... have nt turned into a ZOMBIE yet... but will maybe..
Anyways...am already a living dead.... but don worry thts for me... i dont scare or hurt people...
suicidal... well... its lingering... and i dont think it will pass ... i dont want too...
-Dorkyyy
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Hey Dorky!
There are phases - and then there are phases... one just lives with the feelings that crowds ones head at a given time... suicidal... mostly it never comes to pass... but the shadows linger..
I hope you dont turn zombie... beyond the point of return..
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Kiren,
Thanks :-)
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Avinash ji,
Thank You. :-)
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yeahhh!!! poetic... maybe... tht's all am left to...
like a picture on ma wall... seeing your own body cremated... or something like trying to get 5 minutes alone... but you don get one...
You know what... feeling dead is good...like a zombie or something... you don have any expectations..dreams...a brain to think of...no feelings... and if you have neither of 'em you never get hurt... It is more bad to get killed everymoment wen u r hurt... its better to die once..
Sounds suicidal... !! well maybe... am getting some...!!
c ya
Dorks
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Supriya
I read almost all your posts. This one poem is outstanding - even for you!
Avinash
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:)
sups it is sup
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