Crying in the dark

Black tears trickle into

nothingness. I've nothing to

say. Let me be me.

Footnote #4

People change in a flash. 

People change, painfully.

I knew someone yesterday.

Today I don't.

The emptiness scalds me.

The blanks in my life haunt me.

Someone was mine yesterday.

Today no more.

Today she has the world,

I have just myself and my misery.

But it's love, they say.

And I, (no, not we) shall overcome.

Footnote #3

And the cycle continues. Till when, we may not know. 

But till then, we still have hope.

Footnote #2

Random utterances on a random day:

1984.

The unbearable lightness of being.

Random thoughts about random books by random authors.

Where is stability? - where is randomness?

Rashomon.

Aparajita.

Visuals. Heartbreaks. Differences.

Where are the appendages? Where are the disjunctions?

Lost in randomness, swirling in apathy.

And hence, I remain, abruptly yours,

The Random Interruptor.

Footnote #1

Sometimes it's enough that you're alive, and that you can think without the need to put everything on paper.

Sometimes everything's enough, yet insufficient: because somethings, however scratchy, cannot be etched with words.