Sunday, July 01, 2007

some things just are... II

oh! life is bigger its bigger than you, and you are not me
the lengths that i would go to, the distance in your eyes

oh no! i've said too much, I haven´t said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing,
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try*

u know how sometimes u should just keep your trap shut.. about how its a harmless little joke inside your head until you see the look on the persons face who just heard it and its like the unsatiable arrow that you cant take back... hmmm yeah... that one.. well events of last night have affirmed my belief in tact.. in discretion and in keepin your bloody trap shut...

any way it comes to point that people.. read me... sometimes jus forget that when its said about you its not that funny.. its not easy to just let it go and realise ppl just like talking.. it hurts.. and the more of an emotion driven fool u are.. the more it hurts.. the more you think about it and the more you veer onto cynical.. jus when you thought you were out.. the slightest comment can just pull you back into the dismal deluge of deary depression...

it can ruin your night and make you become all careful and suspicious.. who.. why.. why.. why..

anyway..... in other news... ive been in delhi three moths now.. and im liking it.. honestly.. yes i do miss bombay and a few ppl.. i miss some of the places you could get a drink without being anybody or somebody.. i miss not being judged at every step.. but the vanity kicks in and i dont mind eventually...

but its good to be home.. among the familiar.. among the new.. and yet familiar... among the similar.. something about the intoxicating combination of the familiar and the similar thats overpowering..

eventually we all need to grow and spread our wings and be who we can and do what we want and not just what we must and explore this world and these times.. but eventually we all come back to the familiar.. to familia..

And you can swallow, Or you can spit, You can throw it up, Or choke on it
And you can dream, So dream out loud* *

sometimes it is quite the struggle.. loneliness.. peers.. pretend parties and frivolous flirting.. serious work and non serious working.. playing the part and having others play for you... and sometimes its just all so easy.. so natural.. so who i am and where i want to be.. existence is such a tight rope walk sometimes.. no rest no let up no reprieve.. keep walking...

And if the clouds bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the Dark Side Of The Moon***

change.. always change.. something someone somewhere somehow... always evolving.. living.. taking in.. processing.. learning.. keenly.. growing.. changing..

we live our lives one moment to the next unsure of what we want and who we are and what we need.. we're twentyfivesixseven and we think we know so much.. we dont even know ourselves.. not always not really... love.. life.. live.

let it be.. let it go.. its not so important. to know.. always know.. somethings just are..

left best unknown
unsaid...

*cf: Losing My Religion, REM
**cf: Acrobat, U2
***cf: Brain Damage, Pink Floyd

6 comments:

Zee said...

hmmmmmmm.........delhi is like that no.......pretentious, yet homely, strange, yet warm, alienating, yet intrusive...... and life's like that too.......just go with the flow

nutty said...

"existence is such a tight rope walk sometimes..."

you always write from the heart .. yet I can't believe I have ever connected more strongly to your words as with this sentence ...

you're back in Delhi .. I envy you that!

By the way - I blog-rolled you :)

Still Searching said...

Dude, I read the "crap" you write, but you never acknowledge my effort!! And never "return the favour"! Hmph!

(P.S: Reaction based on your comment on Nutty's blog)

BLogographos said...

Personally, I'm glad you're back in Delhi. For the purely selfish reason of having friends to get CRUNK with the next time I'm back. So don't leave!

BLogographos said...

crunk = Crazy Drunk. Now that's not something unfamiliar, is it?

SIM said...

there is something so surreal, yet something so familiar and melancholy about what you write annie...and then over a peach ice tea and mint sheesha...your spoken words betray your written emotions