14th May 2007

16 years after--

I still look for you....

Is it smart to be rude?

Is being bold being aggressive?

Or is it a problem with the language?

Unfortunately,

I don't think under headlines!

My friend

Of frozen memories

Of fond moments

Of melting chocolate days-

Happy Birthday!

This is a brief stop

To acknowledge

An old patron---

She's the only one

To stop by

Just like me-

She, the Silence.

The cellar no longer remains

A sacred retreat for lost souls-

Tears spill as words.

The Best are the tales of love and pain!

It is amazing how nostalgia works.

I don't wanna remember one thing of that place and suddenly the memories come wafting in the rain. Rain can't be ignored afterall.

Well, people are now beginning to spread and alowly wane away into obscurity. An empty hole remains. But that is what nostalgia is always. A search into an emptiness.

You know all the time that nothing remains of what once was. Yet you want to be there, hurting yourself with that blinding sense of loss, sometimes even for uncherished moments.

Whatever, rest is better left unsaid. Nostalgia for itself, is quite maddening. And I don't think it fit to write with the insanity creeping upon me.
Who knows tomorrow this might be made into a book, a worse thing ever!