What can be worse than the complete agony of being in love? Yet what could possibly be a more enriching experience? Some of these entries arise out of the euphoria of first love and the rape of innocence; the rest reflect the musings of a more mature poet: one who is compelled to accept the absurdity of the transient world, but has the courage to romance it nevertheless. At times it is not even poetic... too brutal to be so. But therein lay the catharsis: purgation of life’s follies.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Loneliness engulfs in noxious vapours Drops of longing trickle by my heart I order another coffee
It is innocuous actually There has been more harm for far lesser cause Been more crazy for far less love