The Idea-smithy

I’m getting psychic by the day
Every time I call you, I wonder
What reason will she have today?
Or
What circumstance will be conjured
to prevent me from talking to her?
Every time it’s an interesting one
However, geniune it might be, an excuse nevertheless.
Answering that would be drama. Not poetry.
Thank you.

A day in 55-word notes…
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Last night
It was madness
I’m not afraid of madness
It’s the thought of being locked away for it that holds me back
That madness hasn’t left me; Oh joy!
One moment, one blink…is all it needs.
Love is madness, a screaming, hysterical madness.
I fell asleep last night with that thought.
And I dreamt all night.
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The Dream
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Hold my hand and fall with me!
I might have, had you asked
But you didn’t
And I thought you wanted to fly
When I said I was leaving,
All you said was,
Goodbye!
If we had jumped,
Maybe you’d have discovered wings
Or I might’ve taught you to swim
Maybe we’d have crashed anyway….together.

I’ve discovered that the only way to survive Monday is to charge at it like you’re on a roller-coaster. Eyes closed, hurtle into it at top speed. It will be over before you know it and what’s more you may even have had fun.
You can count the broken bones and dead bodies on Tuesday. 
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It isn’t always a difference of opinion. Sometimes it’s a difference of being.
And that can’t be ever be bridged.
It’s exciting to try however. Like standing at the edge of a precipice and trying to touch the other side. Until one falls into the crevasse.
Then it isn’t exciting. But the thrill never fades.

It’s raining on the first of October. I’m depressed.
Deleted one of my blogs and ended the sweet pseudo-relationship I’ve been in. Exactly one month from our first conversation. With one single SMS.
I’m thinking of a movie scene.
She : “I get sad when it rains”.
He : “Baby, it rains because you’re sad.”
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Hi,  
Remember I’d told you about my uncommunicative phases? I wouldn’t feel like talking. I’m having one of those. 
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I remember saying I go through those too. Over-work causes mine. That’s why my reply is late. 
Hope you’re feeling better and that it stops raining in Mumbai cos’ then I’ll feel better.  
Later….