Whispers of the body
Thursday,July 17, 2008
The train began to sway me,
into a restless sleep,
It is my body that lies now upon the blue cushion.
A lazy, tired,body of amassed fat.
A bored aging body.
I experimented with my body,letting it to talk to me;
To talk about the dreams,longings and frustrations.
It indeed began talking to me in whispers,
Throughout the night it talked,
about its youth that is being gambled away,
How like a cat it was losing its furs as time flew,
How it feels, from its inner self,
about the irresistible streaming of life.
The soliloquy was going on
but my thoughts began to fade like clouds withering away...
She ,the body, was again left unattended.
letting it to sink into oblivion.
( Posted by nsarmila at 6:03 AM, 0 comments)
The train began to sway me,
into a restless sleep,
It is my body that lies now upon the blue cushion.
A lazy, tired,body of amassed fat.
A bored aging body.
I experimented with my body,letting it to talk to me;
To talk about the dreams,longings and frustrations.
It indeed began talking to me in whispers,
Throughout the night it talked,
about its youth that is being gambled away,
How like a cat it was losing its furs as time flew,
How it feels, from its inner self,
about the irresistible streaming of life.
The soliloquy was going on
but my thoughts began to fade like clouds withering away...
She ,the body, was again left unattended.
letting it to sink into oblivion.
( Posted by nsarmila at 6:03 AM, 0 comments)
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