Saturday, March 15

metro musings

just a trashy love song from a forgettable movie
and the stars come crashing down
like myriad fireworks
exploding your world
touching you not
missing by a whisker
everytime

and you stand watch
spin
through the light
amazed
unburnt
untouched

whitemagic
heat
hunger
to stay alive
and let the deafening din
drown
the senseless screaming
for a while

like the pretty pink sky
finds respite
from its habitual dark duvet
and a whiff of warmth
drifts through
cold nerve ends

now half the clasped hand
funny fingers
tapping a beat

the best you could do
though you tried
oh so hard
but never learnt
to fly

"the greatest miracle is to be happy" (Santana, HK, 7th March 2008)

12 comments:

Asad said...

I like the quote by Santana.

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liam said...

the visuals you evoke are a bit of magic.

the black dog is always at the heels... i know.

cocaine jesus said...

i am absent and so are you. two old bloggers in need of glue.
if not glue then perhaps some drive,
but who needs to blog to be alive?

San said...

all good things should not come to an end ..

death said...

aah well

anonant said...

"whitemagic
heat
hunger
to stay alive"

I hear that muses are found on trains and buses and that white magic heat hunger to stay alive is found in a tall glass of Guiness. Where you been?
Peace

Ben said...

arms spread, we have been standing on the edge of the wall for more than a few million lifetimes. will any of us ever learn to fly?

death said...

hmm

Raghav said...

lovely, grt piece.
love the ending

Aradhita said...

We need you back!

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-A (better half)

ricercar said...

i loved this inkblot. the opening verse felt like something i would have written if i could have

nice.

Anonymous said...

anonant here! nice!
peace