Its just that at times a void, a hole, a small one, refuses to be filled. its not a gaping hole, nor does it gnaw all day long; it does gnaw, it does haunt me. Times when it hits me, that a tiny part of me is lost. Meaning of words, songs, scenes, moments appear thwarted or remain remotely distant.
This is just an attempt at some juggling and something else too. A small stroll into lanes ive been away from, for some time now..its plagarism alright, but these are words that keep me company, and seem to have urged me, prodded me into doing this mish-mash stuff!
all i ever wanted..
was always obscure;
mebe hoping i would hear the words
you are so beautiful to me.
but then how could you be so heartless?
if i were a boy, could've done
a zillion things..
yes i did say you'll never see me again
guess i wasn't counting on the teardrops on my guitar.
nor aceept that it haunted me all the way home.
wherever you go
i'll always know
but its time to face the truth
and stay on being mute.
