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adios

Posted on | June 24, 2006 | 2 Comments

i have played with desires,

and a likely fire to burn my hand..

stole a few embers,

to set alight my cold cold heart..

but ice is for burning just as good..

and so i return today…

somethings;not mine,and niether yours’…

i return to you,

some ragged dreams,feverish in their intensity..

and deaf with desire.

and some scattered pieces of yearning..

pulsating my chest like engorged aortas…

but yearnings are mad,destroyers of their owners,

and so i destroy them today..

dont be surprised to find in this parting memento,

fragments of some familiar pas..

throw them away,

because memories-

are servants of pain..

so today i relinquish all i wanted to hold on to;

and never could;not alone..

and as the poet exits,he leaves for you..one thing..

valueless for you,priceless for him…

i leave with you..

the days we had together..

the joy that we shared..

the crazy delight..the nameless passion..

the ecstacy of being..

not you and me….WE!

and i have nothing more to give you..

under this wide ashen sky,

made dumb by its own passions..

you can have the dirty,spotted moon

that still laughs at me in the nights.

and you can have this world..

this earth composed of white soil and black fate.

this life..with soft sweet hopes made bitter,

this river,which turns its clear white water

into a stagnant,opaque gray..

with the lifes it soaks..

you will go..

and i have nothing to give you..

only me…

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2 Responses to “adios”

  1. Jeevan
    July 27th, 2008 @ 2:29 pm

    Dude,

    Neat!

  2. sandeip
    July 27th, 2008 @ 2:57 pm

    thanks machi :)

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