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i am tired of poetry. rudderless.

or maybe she is tired of me.

its not those sailing times anymore.

we have to find time. out of our busy schedules. 

to see each other. yes. she too is busy. 

finding better, suaver prospects. to endorse.
maybe the ones a little less indifferent.

i too have turned reluctant. 

learning to let go of old encumbrances.

its not forgetting you know. just letting go.

knowing that nothing lasts forever.

perhaps.

Poetry again

Pablo's reply. 


Poetry is good for laughter and forgetting
It's an indecipherable way of communicating
And let's you say all you want to
Without the burden of having to say anything at all

Poetry is good songs without tune
And bad memories turned into good
It's an attempt to not understand the world at all
And yet, interpret it as you will

slowness

these days. i walk out of myself.
and away from him. i stand by the door and watch.
what he has become. the places he goes.
the people he sees. the things he says.
i don't pity him. he is not helpless.
neither do i applaud him. he is not great.
i am indifferent. i leave him to what he is.
as if i don't care. as if he is not me.

where is it. the fountainhead.
why is all the water here stale.
has its existence come to an end ?
i had always assumed springs to live forever.

poetry is bad songs.
bad memories.
its a poor understanding of the world.
poetry is bad sense of humor.
it is an incomplete way of communicating.
incapable of listening.
poetry is not good at money.
neither at forgetting.
it is all that is wrong with the world.

I write: 
all poetry is empty words 
and I continue writing


- Shuntaro Tanikawa

today

today.

like yesterday.

like tomorrow.
is a stuffed shared transport.
a three wheeler carrying fifteen people
on a road with pale streetlights.
buzzing as if drunk.
singing to shut the silence.
colored as if, the day
has witnessed a death in the family.
as if the world was only a sad place.
today
like yesterday.
like tomorrow.
will fall down and go to bed.
and the streetlights are not so bad.
they are warm and sympathetic.
they just feel lonely sometimes.
and are often misunderstood.