Saturday, June 04, 2005

On the Danger of Idle Thought

From endless midnight meanders
To staid, social, prim handshake
Is the distance of a month.
Thereabouts anyway.

From the edges, corners
Of concernless presumption,
To thingsIshouldhavedone-damn-it-damndamnwhenIhadthechance thoughts
Is the river between us.

It's been a while.
Standardized days,
Rank. And some file.


At 3:06 PM, Blogger madatadam said...

In Imitatio Poetae

I remember sometimes
The ticking of the clock
As you held me just so and then it was time;
But it is too far now
The river that we left behind.

The midnight minute we learnt to lose
And its already day. Now
You go your way; I mine.


At 2:39 PM, Blogger J said...

i like the way the head over ur shoulder thinks!!! :)

At 7:09 PM, Anonymous Pareau said...

Nice da Total! :)

At 11:11 PM, Blogger cue. said...

@Shyam - awesome da! (except for the Latin title :) )

@Pareau - I think it's time Caveat Lector made his entrance on the WWW da!


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