The simple life
His fingers don't fumble when they open my clothes for the first time. I pretend his expertise doesn't bother me.
My icy cold fingers for once I hope don't write a story. Better still, he doesn't read.
The weary fan that repeatedly moved in same circles. How tired I am.
What would you want me do?
That's a question I never answer truthfully. I would just want to sleep. Or I would want you to run your fingers through the tiny smattering graph of tiny moles on my hand. Or just hold me long enough for me to cry.
Instead I tell him what he wants to hear. Its easier... For him to understand. And for me not to explain.
And the fan moves in before touched spaces. How tired it must be.
My icy cold fingers for once I hope don't write a story. Better still, he doesn't read.
The weary fan that repeatedly moved in same circles. How tired I am.
What would you want me do?
That's a question I never answer truthfully. I would just want to sleep. Or I would want you to run your fingers through the tiny smattering graph of tiny moles on my hand. Or just hold me long enough for me to cry.
Instead I tell him what he wants to hear. Its easier... For him to understand. And for me not to explain.
And the fan moves in before touched spaces. How tired it must be.
posted by Mrs. Dalloway | 9:20 PM
13 Comments:
hi poornima,
life so simple!!! pretense....
surrender.....compromise......resigned.......or all of it.
good post. keep writing.
Poornima,
Why do you portray all your relations, all your experiences in such a dreary manner? Life is so much more... Life is so much more beautiful... Pain is not always beautiful... There is hope, there is joy and there are miracles - write about them...
This is the worst post I've read on your blog... I think your standards are falling. Moreover, there are useless people who still appreciate thses posts and prevent you from realizing this. I hope you don't continue publishing such trash.
Yours sincerely,
The Burning Star.
Hi dear,
Have been following up ur post for the past one month.Congratulate you for your imagination & writing skills.
Just one small observation...Your recent posts although beautiful seem to be very similar...
There cud be one of the two reasons for this to happen:
1) You seem to be writing only on weekends,the writing reflecting your (specific)mood on such days probably.
2) You write only when you are in the specific mood.
I would love to explore those other moods in ur writing.So, I request.
Thanks
OAC: Yeah- the simple life! :)
Anon: How do you know I am portraying all my emotions? And in assuming so can I say you are portraying your stupidity? Pain is not always beautiful, yes agree completely. I never said it was.
Burning Star: I never set any standards to fall from to rise to.
Anon: I 'post' after weekends for the regularity of it all. :)
Pain is not beautiful,but how about Pain is love ?.Have you listened to Ja rules ? Try reading this.
There's no longer peace,
nor tranquility
In solitude, in silence
Because I know now, what
I knew not before
I NEED HIM
hey, i know u like it in there and all that, but come on now, lets get outa that bedroom :P
Ah.. you think when you do it. Stop thinking.
Let's all just pretend we didn't see it all...
Let's hold back the words in our throats so that we don't need to explain...
Let's just sigh it out...the feelings and it all...
Let's just forget, there was an existence, a dream, a rainbow and a sky!
Have to say that a lot of male chauvinists roam around here these days...they wouldn't understand a word of what you have written, i bet!
loved it! *muahs*
hey sweetheart......... simple life... but the post depicts an emotion so complex an confusing.... life is simple...just tat u have to engulf tat hidden simplicity....
Hi love this post but hate the comments. Every one is doing the same routine things unaware of their own desires. Fake all fake.
U have not mentioned pain, its presence was just evident, but it can't be taken for granted. Its the wrath, anguish, the unfulfilled expectations, the hidden desires which are the bare thruths. I appreciate your way of putting these hidden truths.
Forestera: Long time no see!
Balu: LETS???? You first, I'll follow!
The learner: Ah- that's a good solution! :)
Anon: Shoo them all off will you?
Anon: The simplicity is about pretending and then accepting its simple!
Abinash: Forget the comments! :)
A cracking parchment would have more vigour.
Imagine one day it turns out all different.. Would she be thrilled or afraid?????
Apparent green side.
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