Filing system 08/11/2011
He wants me to organise my nostalgia Clipped, filed and sectioned. He wants me to discipline my despair Arrange its night-bitten edges over the luxury of time. He expects to see perfection in me I am planning to buy it for him But only after I am free of arranging But only if I am finished with labelling the jagged edges. Comments Your comment will be posted after it is approved. Leave a Reply | DisclaimerThis is where I will be fanciful, silly, unembarrassed, gushy, mushy, maudlin, giggly, and perhaps rarely, wise. I claim to be neither a poet nor a translator but here you might find me doing both -- writing poetry and translating all that I love. I claim neither to beauty of prose nor to wisdom of thought. I claim neither to originality nor to brilliance. I claim neither to appeal nor to sense. What I do claim to is this space -- endless space, mine and mine alone. To indulge. ArchivesJanuary 2012 |
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