Friday, December 16, 2005


physical exertion becomes an antidote to ennui

when there is
no time to think—think about people, plans and pains
no time to apply rationality and sensibility
no time to learn and unlearn and relearn

when there is
disgrace, disgust and hopelessness,
and your soul is seething with anger
to prove to the world of your capabilities

when there is
this world that, you think, is looking at you
as an anathema.

I know it is a bit too acerbic and hopeless. I guess, writing brings the worst and the best out of me. How coincidental, somehow the thoughts in the previous post seems to have been like a forerunner to my way of life—especially the last statement! Sincerely hope I revert to my normal mode soon.