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5 months and counting...* ( A Stolen Shot )

(Panoramic View)

Letters.
Figures.
Holes.
Motions.

(Mid Shot)

Loving Weekends,
Throwing Scratch Papers,
Disowning,
Remembering,

(Camera Zooms In)

while the birds were busy grubbing,
i was alone, unearthing.

it was during the holy hour of 3:00:

A piece of paper on the table was left unattended,
i was holding a pen that time and had nothing to do,
i thought of writing few fragments
of solitary madness

1.
a pen narrower than my fingers'
was held upright with its point
pressed onto the paper

2.
as the pen was gliding
scribbling few strokes,
i let my thoughts couple

3.
they were free flowing,
like any sung mantras
penetrating and liberating

4.
i held the pen til i reached the bottom
of the page, it was pure
and chaste

5.
there was a chaos inside my head
a cleft between the spaces,
a pen gliding across the gap

6.
i pressed the pen harder,
letting it cut through the paper,
until the scribbled letters

7.
let loose.

*"All extremes of feeling are allied with madness." ~ Virginia Woolf

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pixie said...

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