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No Relation

  • Apr. 6th, 2009 at 5:16 PM
Ummm!
In bright eyes, lies the foundation of the future....

Oft repeated, oft believed, oft no scope of an argument against. So blind are we, we of the bright eyed litter that we hand the title of the future changers to the generations we've not even begun yet to create!

I have memories from my childhood that I cherish and can/will never forget as long as I live. They're not all pleasant though, and they vary in intensity based on when and what situation spurs them into my present.

These memories from my childhood are'nt always swilling around in my head. They're summoned by situations without my conscious intent to do so. It's actually rather amazing how a singular smell or flavour.. sometimes even a simple touch, can cause a memory (or many memories) from so many years ago to bubble up to the surface of my mind.

A couple of nights ago, I was on the phone with a friend. Sitting in my balcony, the stars winking in and out of existence. the moon hung high in the sky, therefore blotted out by the smog and roof over my head. The breeze lifting wisps of my hair off my shoulders and drawing them back toward the house. It was late at night, and it's been a very long time since I last saw the balcony as a place to sit and just lose myself in a moment. One memory gripped and enveloped my mind in an embrace.

Unrelated to that childhood memory, I wrote a pome soon after I'd hung up. There's no relation between my memory, and the pome. :)



" No Relation "


Sleep little child, you need not fear,
        the ghosts lie in your mind..
Smile dear one, don't shed a tear,
        for love and joy you'll find....

The night is long, n'you, my dear,
        must sleep as clocks unwind..
Lie back, rest, for I'll be near.
        In truth, in blood, we're joined.

The darkness calls, inside your ear,
        consciousness left far behind.
The jaws of night, a reeking jeer,
        your forehead creased and lined....

Tonight my child, you will not hear,
        the pain that darkness signed.
For you, I will be the seer,
        to watch over my kind.

Angirasa - 20090404




To a child, I'm more than who I am,
but to one with understanding, I'm more than nothing at all.

If you've ever held your heart in a hand, and walked the garden of wonders.
You realize suddenly one day,
that as genuine as wonder may be,
It is all you've got left.


Kaydeeyoh!

Comments

subtle_blues wrote:
Apr. 6th, 2009 10:52 pm (UTC)
:-) @ To a child, I'm more than who I am, ....
angiasaa wrote:
Apr. 7th, 2009 04:56 am (UTC)
:) It's not a blanket statement, but it's an attempt at selective projection. the kid in the story would have believed in me to the last breath. But there's a twist in the tale, and it's fatal, it is.
subtle_blues wrote:
Apr. 7th, 2009 12:38 pm (UTC)
hmm... the way I see it, the kid in the story no longer exists, except in your memories. I could be wrong, of course.
angiasaa wrote:
Apr. 7th, 2009 12:44 pm (UTC)
He's there.. Scarred by not what was, but what could have been..
sepiaverse wrote:
Apr. 8th, 2009 10:59 am (UTC)
for 10 odd seconds, all i saw is how acutely we are different.

very interesting title btw :)
angiasaa wrote:
Apr. 8th, 2009 11:01 am (UTC)
:) Thank you.