admittance

It feels great to have one's own space to write on, it is like a big locker to store secrets, hehe. But, seriously I barely remember the last time I wrote something in full sentence except for some vague poetry, which are understood only by me and very few people.does a lot when you don't want people to get you.

Yes, I don't want people to get me. I don't want them to think I am stupid. But I know I am one emotional fool and probably have to live and die being one. My poetries tend to end in a sad tone which disturbs me, I want to make people smile reading them rather than getting worried about me.

Maybe writing a sad poem is fairly easy after all. Because I find it a hell lot tougher to write a happier one. I never miss to notice the spark in someone's tears but always fail to realize the brightness of someone's smile. That is the tragedy of being a poet. It is not always in your hands. A poet becomes a separate entity, a different persona from who one is, a lonelier one. When I start writing, most of the time I don't even realize what am I scribbling about. And this is not something I am proud of.

release

“Goodbye”, quietly he said.

Turned his back on me and slowly went toward the ivory Mazda

Waiting for him to start,

I was keeping my head down,

Desperately trying to hide the wet droplets around my eyes,

As the car “whooshed” away,

The saga ended just in 60 seconds,

Our nights, days, moments have just been pushed from the edge of the cliff

Into the infinite blankness,

They died.

I rubbed my tears off and walked towards a cliff.

It’s time. 

Saima n.

July 14, 2010