Thursday, March 09, 2006

55- Cemetery

I live in a cemetery.

Many here died slowly, painfully as they saw life. A few died of heartache. Still others were shot dead- just like that one fine day, they met their ends as they weren't meant to be anymore.

I live in a cemetery that is my mind.


Where thoughts lie in graves.

10 comments:

HB said...

interesting metaphor

HB said...

interesting metaphor

shreya said...

sometimes the ghosts walk around too, and it makes it all the more confusing, coz i can't tell them from the real people.

and then the whole definiton of reality falls apart, when i know that i am being cheated...

and people call me a little whack.

Deepali said...

ooooh I like this addition Shreya, a lot more interesting than what I have up here!

the wannabe indian punkster said...

your post actually makes me smile.
does that make me a little weird?
Ahhh well. It doesnt matter.
I like being weird.
Megha

Deepali said...

Weird is good. Always.

Well because I like being weird too.

the One said...

And the dead decompose over many years until they are one with the soil. Then they are distinct thoughts no more, but part of your being.

Deepali said...

The one: How true One and lovely too. I like how you guys and girls are adding on to it- coming off rather well :)

....R.A.J.A.... said...

Dee, you can write a LOT better. This is good, no doubt, but not smooth ......... well, I mean, you can write better :-)

Deepali said...

haha i felt lazy. so i justified it with a 55 word tag:P

ill post something soon-hopefully its better!