Circle

Its really a circle, innit?
Hopping from one to the other
but never far
too far
to move away
tangentially
to meet once
and then never again
Running around
Back
Wishing those soothing words
And seeing them transform
into nothingness
Make believe innit?
Almost got me though
Still
I say that
Within the circle
Its still a circle, innit?

Nice Songs

Listened to two songs recently.
Liked them immensely.
Hands of Time by Groove Armada
and
Lay your burden down by Audioslave

Discreet

Recently, I was on one of those confess and crib monologues of mine; the kind where words fly out faster than I can think of them and the thought process seems both clear and hazy at the same time.

Right in the middle, just as the ranting ended and the cribbing part was about to start, R looked up.

Now R is normally a very good listener to my rants and usually offers the occasional word or two at appropriate times. Expecting the same,I was surprised to hear him ask, "But why do you tell it to everyone?" 

I did not have an answer then but it set me thinking about the need to be discreet. Perhaps, I should have been more discreet! Perhaps not. 

But that set the tone for the day.

Adequate exercise of discretion with regards to information sharing is key and mum is the word for now!

As for conversational issues, not much progress but 

Still optimistic though!

The Present

Life is a sine wave right now.

Twittery blogging

Recently,my blogging has become short, almost twittery. As usual things are plenty to write about, but procrastination has caused me to be swamped by a lot of last minute stuff, Hopefully, this too shall pass and normal services on the blog will resume.
Hanging on, just about!

Pretense

Rekindled
Stoked perhaps
But nothing
No result
Only
Pretense?
And a wounded pride
Cruising along
Letting it be
Letting it go
Nothing to show

The Heart

" A parting goodbye to those lingering doubts; do not come back to haunt me again; The pain is gone and only the bliss remains"


Lies in your depths
Every beat, every step
Full of lies
Or, half truths
As you might say
That spring of zero six
Sweet nothings
As it crooned to my ear
You promised forever
No other face
Just your smile
And you would lie
No matter what
But then,
Time passed
Seasons changed
It felt different, but
Same again
Another face
In its place
Apprehensive I am
But fall in line
It’s you, my heart
Treachery thine!