It passes by so swiftly.
One day everything seems mundane that we have gotten used to embracing the habit of taking some things for granted. They are there, in front of us, staring us right in the eyes - beautiful episodes and milestones of our lives and amazing people who continuously show us love and attention.
I do tend to procrastinate in grasping the essence of time. It's not that I am inconsiderate. I just get overwhelmed by my daily engagements and when that happens I swerve my thoughts to the humdrum around me. Somewhere along I get lost in between. And that is utterly sad because then I miss the chance to do right by my loved ones and those who care about me. I think it's unfair for them. I think it takes away the exquisiteness of life. It knocks off the beauty of time.
I need to be more grateful. I need to be more attentive to TIME. Life only comes once, right?
Now if you'll excuse me, I feel the need to smell the roses.
A melange of my dreams, desires, frustrations, and inhibitions. A gallimaufry of my experiences beyond the edges of here-and-now. Just this once, in this lifetime, let me articulate them all.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
JULY FIRE
You do not know
why burned trees
seem decadent to your senses
why you want the clamoring
wind with its
thick
strong smoke
to linger
longer
why inhaling it
brings back
staggeringly familiar
recollections of
an old home
you smile as you
look at the
luminous sky
thinking vividly
of women burning
trees while
half-naked men
with golden thighs
watch
sucking deeply
the strong
thick
smoke from that
huge July fire.
why burned trees
seem decadent to your senses
why you want the clamoring
wind with its
thick
strong smoke
to linger
longer
why inhaling it
brings back
staggeringly familiar
recollections of
an old home
you smile as you
look at the
luminous sky
thinking vividly
of women burning
trees while
half-naked men
with golden thighs
watch
sucking deeply
the strong
thick
smoke from that
huge July fire.
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