Thursday, October 19, 2006
The date just remains on the header; it already is the 20th of October. Time ceaselessly will remain in the state it is, evanescent. Yes, as a chemical engineer I could say vaporized, and now I think nothing could sound more moronic. Volatile, ah, that’s the ticket. Inexplicably, I am unable to understand my obsession with time. The lines aren’t here to go maybe that’s why the obsession becomes a niftier form of paranoia everyday.
That was an oxymoron, niftier paranoia, eh…
All my discourses lately tend to become questions, all to myself and here I am unable to answer, only floundering in the silence of my ignorance.
I do not receive answers; even then, the process of questioning does not ebb.
Neither do the echoes…
The echoes of silence.
Sudhir Sharma
The date just remains on the header; it already is the 20th of October. Time ceaselessly will remain in the state it is, evanescent. Yes, as a chemical engineer I could say vaporized, and now I think nothing could sound more moronic. Volatile, ah, that’s the ticket. Inexplicably, I am unable to understand my obsession with time. The lines aren’t here to go maybe that’s why the obsession becomes a niftier form of paranoia everyday.
That was an oxymoron, niftier paranoia, eh…
All my discourses lately tend to become questions, all to myself and here I am unable to answer, only floundering in the silence of my ignorance.
I do not receive answers; even then, the process of questioning does not ebb.
Neither do the echoes…
The echoes of silence.
Sudhir Sharma
posted by Sudhir Sharma at 3:23 AM
2 Comments:
Wow. I like your space. I just don't know how to say it properly. I think I shall revisit in the future.
Thanks honey cakes for the good words
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